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A$AP Rocky – A$AP Forever REMIX Lyrics




[Intro: A$AP Rocky and T.I.]
Gang! Gang
They tryna front on the gang!
Aye, if anybody ever took the time to ask Rocky
What A$AP meant to him
Well if so, he would tell you “Always Striving and Prospering”
A$AP, partna’! Free my nigga Cap
R.I.P Big Phil, R.I.P A$AP Yams
Ya dig? (Gang!)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch ’cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause fuckin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I kill you, you open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my moms
Margiela Madman with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adiós, vámonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with plátanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just pimpin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit, I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke
Fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to boring shows
I pray to God I don’t overdose

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I put A$AP on my tat (woo!), I put New York on the map (woo!)
I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chains (woo!), I got Goyard by the sack (woo!)
I got the boof by the pack (woo!), I fucked your boo on her back
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang, it’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
I’m free as a bird, I wanted this shit my whole life
But had all this stress on my mind
Until I realized, things pan out when it’s right
In the meantime I’ma grind
I think of the days when I was so young on my plight
Party and bullshit and play
Was up in the city, the one that’s surrounded by lights
Wanted to burn it away
Get out of his lane, got no time, don’t need no advice
Except for my momma
Ride for my daughter, she all I need, she got her father, as I go
Hell yeah I did it, I’m on a roll, thought I’d be up with my nigga, no
I’m just gettin’ warmed up, let’s start the show
I’m schoolin’ these niggas, so in the zone and I’m rigged to blow
A$AP and Cud Life forever though
And I’m flossin’ and bossin’ these silly hoes
Learned the codes, serve up the magic for all of those
Kids that ain’t had someone on they own
Hang on the words, you each have your song
Grab on and hold on, won’t steer you wrong
Sing along, sing along, hmm

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I put A$AP on my tat (woo!), I put New York on the map (woo!)
I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chains (woo!), I got Goyard by the sack (woo!)
I got the boof by the pack (woo!), I fucked your boo on her back
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang, it’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (Gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie




Casey Veggies – Show Off Lyrics




[Intro: Casey Veggies]

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Top down in the summer, top down in the summer
I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1
I don’t understand man, it make me wonder
Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun
Hide behind shades watching life fade
Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade
If all these niggas on I must be the one
If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m bout to fuck it up
She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up
Like what is your motif
They want the fame, I want cash and promotion
I’m making it splash on that ass like the ocean
I ride my own wave cause my buzz’ll be rolling
I’m grinding double the time for mine, I’m keeping it coming in
Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20
Now I’m bout to cop the Benz
My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t see nobody
Versace shades on my lens

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Really got money, I rap
When I fall through the trap I’ma show off
Smoking that KK, you hit this shit once I promise that you gon’ cough
Riding around in my ’62 [?] once when I skrrt off
Passenger seat got your bitch
If she say she don’t smoke that’s a turn off
Tatted up, I got my shirt off
Hating you can’t get a word off
You the kind I never heard of
Taylor Gang or seeing murder
She want some dick, guarantee I’ma serve her
Practice what I preach
[?] me, I just teach what I learned
Got weed and I burn it
She giving me brains, that secret service
Don’t speak what you [?]
We park the low rider so deep on the curb
Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks and you nerds
You ain’t bout your paper my nigga and I think it’s absurd
She say she love you but really that shit’s a diversion
Say that you stacking but really be splurging
I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon

[Hook: Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
(We smoking good over here)
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
(My nigga Casey what’s good
Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?)
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
(Double that shit up, roll another joint
Put another bitch on top of that bitch
Buy another car [?]
Get another watch, get another chain
Do your own thing nigga, Taylor Gang)
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
She ain’t with the questions
I told her I ain’t with the extras
I’m glad we made a connection
Checking them hoes off my check list
All in the club and we flexing
She fucking it up in the section
It made her think all we do is sin
And then she realized I’m a blessing
Really do it, they gotta show off
This real life, I can’t take a day off
Go hard or go home like the playoffs
If you stay there, you might just get paid off
You ain’t never whipped these cars nigga
You ain’t never seen a hundred large nigga
You ain’t minaj’d these broads nigga
One thing bout my gang, we all get it
Girl I pull up in the hood for ya
Everything that look good, it ain’t good for ya
The haters is watching, I can’t trust ’em
If the bullets start flying it’s no discussion
He did too much talking, I had to rush ’em
Got your bitch in the back and I ain’t bluffing
The streets is so crazy but it’s what made me
Fifty mil couldn’t change me, I’m still Casey
We run up the bands and we going crazy
Yeah we run up the bands and we going crazy
Book up the flights and we on vacation
Gave her a shot but I never chase it
The money I’m married, I can’t replace her
Do me a favor, do me no favors
Nothing was handed, I had to take it
They don’t wanna see me make it, yeah

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off


Slim Jesus – Traffic Lyrics


[Intro: Slim Jesus]
Gang gang gang gang
Gang in this bitch man
You know how the fuck they call me
They said I wasn’t tryin’ to put on for my city man
I was just waiting on my demons to get out
Shout out Ca$h man
GANG
What up Link
What’s up bro, let’s get it man
Boom boom boom boom
Gang Gang

[Verse I: Slim Jesus]
Yo bitch on my dick man she hittin’ my line (ring ring)
She wanted my money and all of my time (dah)
Only chasin’ the checks and she gettin’ declined
And Benjy and Jacks only thing on my mind (skrrt)
Chasin’ a bag ain’t no nickles and dimes (nah)
Tryinna stay me, bitch I’m shootin’ for mine (bah)
Hella guns on me, got uzi and nines (bah bah)
30s, and 50s, extendos, and [?] (boom boom boom boom)
I’ve been ridin’ round catch me with that Toni (with that Toni)
Caught me lackin’ up in traffic bitch I’m never lonely (nah)
You can ask your bitch about me guarantee that she now me (thot)
Pull them blue faces out my [?] guarantee she blow me (yeaah)
Gang full of killers ain’t playin’ no games (nah)
Get jammed up and say no names (yuh)
Heard you was talkin’ that Slim was a stank
Send my young hitter he comin’ for brains (bah)
Only the gang I ain’t fuckin’ with lanes
Fuck with the gang and then hammers gon’ bang (boom boom boom boom)
[?] no bitch you a stank
Killin’ this drill shit I’m in my own lane
I be in the cut smokin’ dope
Witchyo shorty (smokin’ dope)
Copped a pack break it down
And that bitch gon’ sell it for me
On the corner with the gang
And bitch I’m rockin’ all my jewelry (all my diamonds)
Try and take my chain
Bitch I’m squeezin on this 40
(bah bah bah bah)

[Interlude: Ca$h]
Niggas already know how we comin’ man
Shout out to my nigga Slim man
GANG [?] shit bitch
Let’s get it

[Verse II: Ca$h]
Now all these niggas part of [?] gang now (GANG)
Now [?] niggas wanna come around (what)
But the same young niggas that I’ve been with
Be the same niggas that’s always been around (gang)
Man this shit ain’t not a game (no, no)
We be gettin’ money for a bitch and then we [?] bands (let’s get it)
Nigga run up on the gang gettin’ turko stains (brrrrrra)
Red dot on a [?] smokin’ [?] face (boom)
[?] a sack bitch (bands, bands, bands)
I be runnin’ thru them bands know I always get them racks bitch
GMT that’s the money gang (gang)
A lot of niggas wanna know shit [ ? ] money came
Man I swear that’s the funny thang
A lot of niggas switch up for a lil’ bit of a fucking chain (what)
Man I’m still the same nigga
With the same gang and I put it on my [?] (hell naw)
Man I’m tired of this [?] (damn)
All this [?] gonna get a nigga stuck quick (bitch)
We don’t [?] a fuck what a nigga talk about
Born in the black like I never seen a fuckin’ drought (duh duh)
Called you for the pack but I triple that that (flip)
One move one jug then I’m shootin’ back (boom)
A nigga run up on [?] [ ? ] no bustin’ better hit (boom, boom)
Cause I guarantee I’m shootin’ back
Call Slim we gon’ pull up in a Benz now (skrrrt)
Rollin’ choppas off top doin’ head now (brrrrra)
[?] when we ride [?]
Bodies droppin’ now [?] We can’t be found
Hit a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out
Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out
Did a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out (skrrrt)
(Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out)

[Verse III: Link]
Cut these bands in my pocket I’m flexin’
These niggas is hatin’ don’t know what they do (bitch)
Spent bands on my robbers and rocks
Mix Louis with [?] inside of my shoes (bitch)
I’m walkin’ up niggas is talkin’ and watchin’
It’s funny cause I never lose (I never lose)
I’m poppin’ now, niggas is watching now
Lackin’, they think that my 40’s on snooze (boom boom)
These bands got your bitch on command
Don’t wanna be friends pass her to my mans (bands)
Bitch you lucky my niggas so dummy
They bussin’ for nothin’ so do not get [?] (brrrra)
[?] Link I can call you in (plug)
I been trappin’ for a minute like nigga watchu tryinna spin (gang)
Call Slim, nigga pull off in a Benz (skrrrr)
If you try to front the gang lil’ bitch better bring yo friends
Niggas know what we been about
If you wanna call bro we will run up in the nigga house (run up in a nigga house)
Pulled up in a chrome to a nigga mouth
If I bring her home, give me dome for a lil’ clout (bitch)
Niggas know we’ve been flexin’ a lot
[?] gotta get a pill better chill from stretching your block (gang)
Gotta keep it still on me cause these niggas is [?]
Nigga try to peel on me and I’m droppin’ the top (eskettit)


Gang Gang


Lyrics to ‘Gang Gang’ by Migos:

On the 21 Savage-assisted song “BBO (Bad Bitches Only),” Kanye West received co-production credits along with DJ Durel, Buddha Bless and Quavo. For the group’s latest single, “Stir Fry,” Pharrell had the honors of creating the beat, while Cardo produced “Open It Up.

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New level – Soufian feat. Crack Ignaz songtexte


Songtexte Soufian – New level

Ja, zum hunderten Mal stell’ ich mir jetzt die Frage
Sag, soll ich es tun oder soll ich es lassen?
Am Ende des Abends gibt’s nichts außer Patte
Weil Patte regiert unsre Straßen seit Jahren
Auf Cash Money Brother, wie Brate sein Brate
Aus Scheiße mach Gold, aus dem Kilo ‘ne Tonne
Um Straße zu sein, musst du ‘n Mann sein, du Schwuchtel
Bring Mama die Tüten nach Haus und bleib hungrig
Trag’ tief in mei’m Herzen ‘ne Narbe von Kummer
Weil Brüder zu Fotzen geworden sind, choya
Ich schwöre bei Gott, ich wollt nix
Doch gab Gutes mit Liebe und Herz, sagt man bei uns L’Houma
Akhi, meine Gosse ist nicht so wie deine
Ich schieße mit Blei von ‘nem Fahrrad, wenn’s sein muss
Bruder für Bruder, bei uns ist das Standard
Doch Fotzen hab’n Patte gesehen, wurden anders.(new level)

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new level
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new level
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new level
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new level
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new level
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeel, new leveeel
Neue Chain, new Metal
Meine Shows – Heavy Metal
Meine Moves – zu special
Gehe direkt durch die Decke
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf die Presse
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf ein Label, ja
Sitze im Rarri und gebe Gas
Ich komme nicht aus der Gegenwart
Schieße auf dich mit der Lasergun
Meine Feinde weinen bei jedem Move
Denn ich mache als wäre ich aus Tränengas
Woah woah, yeah yeah
Versuri-lyrics.info
Nie genug, ich will mehr
Sie komm’n niemals hinterher
Neues leveeel, Alter, yeahhh.

Azzlack Motherfuck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

Yeah, bei uns herrschen andere Regeln
Das heißt: Lobe machen, ned reden
Der S**t ist wie Telekinese
Ist so, wie wir Sachen bewegen
Ja, Brudi, ich weiß, du kannst sehen
Ja, der ganze Block ist am beben
Und des ist ned leicht zu versteh’n
Aber das bleibt wie wir leben
Mach’ dieses Gwap, oida, mach’ dieses Gwap
Greif’ in die Kasse und moch’ mi davon
Oida, moch mi nit haß, oida, moch mit nit haß
Weil ich komm’ mit dem Squad und mit sehr viel davon
Und i leb’ so wie NASA, i leb’ so wie NASA
Du weißt, ich geb’ Gas und heb’ ab bis zum Mond
Oida, weiß, was ich man’, oida, weiß, was ich man’
B***h, ich weiß, dass du weißt, Ignaz K ist der Don, ja
Ja, dein Brei ist nur Einheit, für den Sche*ss hab’ i kein’ Zeit
Doch ich kill diese Keks, schick’ sie mit ihre Backpackrap direkt zurück in die Steinzeit
Und ich f*ck’ sie mit Feinheit
Und zerstückel’ sie zeitgleich
Dabei sieht man das nicht, viel zu quick in den G’nick mit ‘nem Stich und danach heißt es Bye Bye.

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeelll. (x15)
Soufian songtexte
Video level


Lud Foe – Gang Shit

November 3, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Lud Foe]
Gang Gang Gang…
Gang Gang
Aye
Foe’nem
Gang
Out west shit nigga
You know how we rocking nigga
Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, Get mop-sticked
Bitch
Straight gang shit

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Slipped my Glock in the club, I’m an asshole
Put the one-thousand-dollar shoes, In yo asshole
I’m colorblind but still see the money, If I was blind folded
You wanna go to war, Better be careful bout what you ask for
We do drive-by’s, doing high speeds in a Lambo
I got mob ties, you know its shooters in Chicago
I been getting money fucking theses bitches, That just the motto
Dread-heads come full of guns, Wherever I go
(Gang)
I’m selling dope, I gotta get my bread right
We catch a opp, Leave his ass dead at the red light
Red bone and she super thick, And her head right
Fucked her twice but I kicked her out, She can’t spend the night
(Gang)

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
20-12 I got signed, Bought some tommy guns
Imma take him out his shoes, Thats what robbers done
Last nigga snatched my chain, Bro nem chopped him up
You could never DJ Nate me, Boy we sparking something
We gon park where they spin the block, And meet me back
I lost Nuski caught his opps, I needed that
I sold dope, sold coke, Never sold guns
And I’m only throwing hundreds, I don’t need ones
Call Seven he fron 600, Thats spartan 2 times
Drill something then go watch twitter, Lookin like who died
Glock on me that hold 30, Thats European sigh
Turn’t rocking Balmains, Ain’t rocking Levis

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat


Lud Foe – Gang Shit Lyrics

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Lud Foe]
Gang Gang Gang…
Gang Gang
Aye
Foe’nem
Gang
Out west shit nigga
You know how we rocking nigga
Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, Get mop-sticked
Bitch
Straight gang shit

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Slipped my Glock in the club, I’m an asshole
Put the one-thousand-dollar shoes, In yo asshole
I’m colorblind but still see the money, If I was blind folded
You wanna go to war, Better be careful bout what you ask for
We do drive-by’s, doing high speeds in a Lambo
I got mob ties, you know its shooters in Chicago
I been getting money fucking theses bitches, That just the motto
Dread-heads come full of guns, Wherever I go
(Gang)
I’m selling dope, I gotta get my bread right
We catch a opp, Leave his ass dead at the red light
Red bone and she super thick, And her head right
Fucked her twice but I kicked her out, She can’t spend the night
(Gang)

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
20-12 I got signed, Bought some tommy guns
Imma take him out his shoes, Thats what robbers done
Last nigga snatched my chain, Bro nem chopped him up
You could never DJ Nate me, Boy we sparking something
We gon park where they spin the block, And meet me back
I lost Nuski caught his opps, I needed that
I sold dope, sold coke, Never sold guns
And I’m only throwing hundreds, I don’t need ones
Call Seven he fron 600, Thats spartan 2 times
Drill something then go watch twitter, Lookin like who died
Glock on me that hold 30, Thats European sigh
Turn’t rocking Balmains, Ain’t rocking Levis

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat