paroles de chanson Concussions (No Hooks) - Lud Foe

Young street nigga! Young street nigga! Young street nigga! (Gang)!

Ever since I fuck that game up they tryna fuck my name up
You call the police if you want but you know they can't tame us
My old hoes hate my new ways cause I came up
With old poles we catch new body's bitch we dangerous
My rich bitch make a broke bitch give that change up
We caught an opp now the paramedics picking brains up
We cut the change and we got the Fangs cause they changed us
That white shit I serve strong make the fiends veins bust
I rock mix match designer
I got mix match straps
I got mix match bitches royal, yellow, and black
Skinny nigga but you know my pockets always fat
And if you trapping nigga why your pockets always flat
See I started out young robbing dressing in black
And every verse I spit a hunnid notebook for the facts
Every clip hold a hunnid extendo on deck
It's some money on ya head that's a big ol check
I'm ballin if a nigga finally meet this big ol tech
You gamble with your life you fuck around and lose yo bet
You think that I was busta rhymes with this Arab check
I got this [?]
Aye!
We'll body bag him
Toe tag him
Close hands hulk smash him
Fly past him
I'm the chosen one got everybody like draft him
My new bitch suck the soul out me like Dracula
I beat that pussy like I got some golden gloves
My risk mad at my chain it be holdin grudges
It's just me and yé riding with this AK
Catch a nigga broad day do him the worse way
Met that bitch on Monday
I fucked on the first day
I kicked her out on Tuesday
I'm drunk off the D'ussé
This is a jimmy choo's day
Check out my shoe game
This Mac gotta shoe string
It spit out blue flames,
These niggas too lame,
Ate them a food chain,
These niggas fugame
They be acting too strange
I got one watch look like 2 chainz,
I'm in that Maybach it's one car but two lanes
It's nothing to me who fucking with me and Ima kick her out the spot
If she ain't fucking for free,
I aim at that nigga head he was ducking from me
You said that's yo bitch nigga she a sucker for me
I call kill wanna tell him come and fuck her for me
My niggas in the jungle yea like a [?] tree
These niggas envy me, but I'm who they wanting to be
Till I pull up on them fuck niggas now they running from me
I Drop my molly in her drank make that bitch o'd
I get that bitch pissy drunk till she gotta go pee
I hit the mall better ask yo bitch I'm always flee
And I been ducking the police I heard they looking for me
I'm B.O.N bitch ain't no nigga bigger than me Mama
Said fuck a bitch cause it's too many fish in the sea
I hit the club know I gotta bring my pistol with me
I hang with thug niggas they'll kill a nigga for me
If ion do nothing Ima get me some money
I'm always stunting and countin blue hunnids
Riding foreign cars running lights cause I'm a youngin
If you ain't talking money don't tell me nothing
I fell off in the club and was bussin
Rolling off a flat bitch I'm bussin
Niggas ain't on nothing I pistol
Whip yo head leave yo shit like a pumpkin
I give a fuck nigga concussion