Lyrics Eww - Lud Foe feat. Cago Leek

Lud Foe]
Niggas ain't know shit, you know how we rockin' nigga
YSN, Young Street Nigga b*tch
Straight gang shit, out west 290 shit

I'm the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna' rob the dope man
Bullets make you tap dance, xans' make me slow dance
Did so many drills, broke the pin in my foe fifth
Blunt rollin', gun totin' niggas, we don't throw hands
VIP, I walk inside the club then I throw bands
She gave me a lap dance, but she ain't use no hands
Caught an opp, we blew 'em down, but we ain't use no fans
'74 Cutlass made him thought that I was an old man

Mini-van, hot-head, dread-head, Tarzan
Only ride new shit, Cago is a car head
Thick b*tch, new shit, wettin' up my bed
Always a snitch nigga, tell 'em what I did
Why the f*ck 'dis b*tch nigga act like he a hard-head?
Over flat, I ain't tryin' to be around no Harley's
Magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon
Red b*tch, I don't give no f*cks if she was darkskin
We whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that
Wrist cling, ear cling, neck cling, all that
50 in this Mac, go brrrrratt, he caught all that
Skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that

Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww

You say you's a trapper boy, you know you get yo clone on
You can't sell that dope, cause they know that shit stepped on
Murk in the club, boy yo head gon' get stepped on
Bullets rip yo chest, shoulda' wore you a Teflon
Concrete soakin' up yo blood like a Tampon
Young nigga trappin' on that curb with my Mike's on

Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww

B*tch when I get in that 'Cat, I'mma clap, where her walls at
Nigga if you snitch, you's a rat, what we call that
I just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at
All these niggas dissing on the 'net, but where y'all at?
Boy you out there trappin', I'mma put this Tec where yo skull at

I f*ck her from the back, never call back, call back
Teabag, made her lick my b*llsack, where her halls at
Green beam at yo bald cap, nigga fall back
Please don't say nun' crazy cus' the police got my phone tapped
Better not get caught over, if fuckboy you used the wrong map
Yo momma' on the way over here to give me that grown back
F*ck her for an hour, you'd think Stella got her groove back
Aggravated battery on this (...)