Street Shit - LUD FOE, SG Batman

Got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine

You better run 'fore your ass get left behind

I know she was your bitch but she was never mine

Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can’t wait to drop a dime

Ayy, ayy

Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit

Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with

We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy

A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie

A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit

We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit

We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit

Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with

We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy

A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie

A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit

We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit

We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

I got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine

You better run 'fore your ass get left behind

I know she was your bitch but she was never mine

Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can’t wait to drop a dime

Don’t start shit, nigga it won’t be shit

I fuck around and go to jail the day that don’t eat shit

I’m rollin', I’m so motherfuckin' high I can’t see shit

I know niggas fu as hell, I act like I don’t peep shit

This fuck nigga wanna at me on some tweet shit

Pussy nigga I’m the wrong one to tweak with

Pull up on a fuck nigga block, then fire it up

Baby girl bend that thing over, I’ma tear it up

Forgis on my whip, I’ma ride, block the tires up

Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us

Me and my niggas gang bang

And some of them still in the chain gang

Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit

Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with

We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy

A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie

A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit

We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit

We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit

Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with

We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy

A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie

A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit

We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit

We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

Blue and white behind me, they gotta catch me

Bitch you better not test me

You’ll get your ass sniped like Wesley

I’m a demon, you don’t wanna upset me

When we walk into the building, cut the check please

I let this TEC squeeze

Coolant kit up on this bitch to help the TEC breathe

Keep my foot on niggas' necks, I know they can’t breathe

Niggas don’t want statics, we tote automatics

Shoot a nigga in his face for acting like he savage

They ain’t wanna see us win but it already happened

Don’t confuse me with this rappin', bitch we comin' through clappin'

Stackin' money, bitches know my bread long

Geek his head up, now his head gone

Try to run, I’ma put this lead on you

Paramedics, white sheets, and a stretch bed for em

Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit

Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with

We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy

A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie

A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit

We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit

We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit

Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with

We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy

A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie

A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit

We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit

We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty