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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Lud Foe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Willie Akins
Willie Akins
Songwriter
Anthony Beacham
Anthony Beacham
Songwriter

Lyrics

Skrr, skrr, skrr (DY Krazy) Skrr, skrr Gang, bitch Gang, gang You fucking with me, that's gon' cause you some commotion I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it Got all this money with me, people think I growed it Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it I'm a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest Old lady keep looking out the window, this bitch nosy We cut your fingers off and send your mama roses I heard the Feds was taking pictures so I'm posing (damn) I got all my jewelry on in this bitch, I'm feeling frozen Pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my focus (bitch) Pulled up in a foreign car, your boyfriend drive a Focus We fuck around and poke you if you acting like you holding I just sent my lil' ho to the store to get some Trojans These pussy niggas think twice 'Cause they know they ass don't live that life The police read me my rights I ain't going to court, I'm booking a flight Bitch, I clean up nice These Givenchy shoes, these ain't no Nikes Fuck around and lose your life Dissing on the internet for life You fucking with me, that's gon' cause you some commotion I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it Got all this money with me, people think I growed it Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it I'm a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest (Yeah) What nigga say I ain't got it? First day popping, I done turned to an addict Fuck old niggas who told on my daddy Served same time when I spend on my Patek Glock with a switch and it came with a titty Got it on my own, you ain't come with a pendant A killer, I look in the mirror I'm rocking Amiri apparel Fucked a rich bitch for a nickle I ran a few times with the powders Knew a crip in Cali', he crippled Niggas said that he told just a little If you get too big, they'll kill you When you speak that pain, they'll feel you Tried to give me ten years for a pistol Take five, just meet me in the middle Pass me an opp wood and light it Took the Hellcat, slide 290 Better keep your gun, they sliding I put my bitch on the private Nigga better duck diamonds In the trenches, I hang with the lions Pull out your blicky, no fighting, yeah You fucking with me, that's gon' cause you some commotion I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it Got all this money with me, people think I growed it Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it I'm a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest (coldest)
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