Lud Foe Young Street Nigga song lyrics

Gang

Gang

Bitch, (KidWond3r You Made This Beat Dang)

Aye

You know how im rockin bitch

Get yo guns up, get yo funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick bitch (gang)

Aye

We pull up on the op side, shots fired

We got rugers and Fn's, bitch dont let me fuck

I fuck her bestfriend

We do drive-by's, Hit all y'all

We do walk ups and pop ups, Whole lot of shots when this Glock bust

Duck nigga, you fuck nigga, Put these hollows in yo ass

We ain't playin with no wanna be tough nigga

Bankrolls, yeah my trues, they be stuff with em

And I ain't lettin not a fuck nigga, try to fuck wit em

Fuck a ski mask, cause ion need it

I go bare face, they make me change the murder rate

Foenem be beating murder case

Cause ima pull up, with a forgi on a straight 8

We got macs for days, fuck i look like totin a 38

We gang bang and i hope you on the same thang

We hit yo fee fee and shoot it up, nigga gang gang

Who is this fuck nigga with his hat broke off

Im rollin off the ecstasy, its hard for me to maintain

Fuck the feds, free all of my niggas out the chain gang

I was in the trap gettin head from yo main thang

Fuck a red laser, we got choppas with green beams

I stomped a nigga out, still got blood on my shoe string

Run up in yo house, i need all of that lose change

Niggas run they mouth, they just talk, they be fu gang

We can shoot it out, this tec spit out blue flames

Trynna get some fame, lose yo life in this rap game

Yeah im still same young outwest nigga

You rock with the opps, then you gone die with em

Im posted onna block, with a big 4 nickel

The police on my ass, they trynna take my picture

Bitch I live the life of a young street nigga

We live by the code and we fuck these bitches

I fucked a check up, im gucci, went to sleep in linen

Extended clip in this Uzi, I can't help but hit ya

(Gang Gang)(Cago Leek) x2

Ion trust a lot of niggas, a lot of niggas

They gone tell tell, but ima get this money

Free my niggas out that cell cell, Fuck nigga

Don't get sent off like some damn mail

Thinkin that im sweet, fill his head with some damn shells

Lud foe, when you see them niggas we gone jump out

Riding shotgun so, you know i brought the pump out

Stalk a nigga crib, ima stand till he come out

Niggas totin 30's, So Lil Pablo brought the drum out

I got a phone call, i heard Lud Foe in that jam jam

Bitch im gone get em, ion care bout what the bail is

Broke niggas yall not really in the field fam

You say you a shooter but yo ass dont shoot to kill kill

I know some hot heads, they be smokin niggas like some pot heads, bitches keep tellin me bout what the opps said

Growing up, i can tell you bout what that block did

10 on that d, that turned me into a block head

You ain't from around here, you get found here

Boy you lackin, you see that fire bullets burst out that mac like a dragon

Im from out west where we tote tecs its a habit

Shes a hot bitch, make her top shit while im driving

You on that opp shit you get mob stick boy we sliding

You not a drilla, not a killa, you not a savage

Stalked up gorillas for them junkies bitch im trappin

Out the bando, drapped in Dolce, and Gabbana

Money in the shoe box, loaded guns in the mattress

I only fuck foreign thots, ain't none of my bitches average

I went to sleep with two hoes, i woke up in a mansion

Ridin round with two poles, you know whats finna happen

Im ridin with my strap and you danglin, danglin

He ion know how foenem be bangin, bangin

They gone see how yo brains be hangin, hangin

Bitch im Boochie Gang, I ain't changin changin

Dont test yo luck, fuck with us yous a dead man

We dont give a fuck we pull up killin everything

Bitch we gone slide, and i put that on everything

Leave bodies outside we shoot bitches and everything

I fell of in the club with some thugs got my semi tucked

Yo bitch trynna fuck for my guwop, she a silly duck

Pull up on yo block, foenem hangin out off that henny [?]

Why you sellin dope? bitch i gotta get this money up