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Lud Foe

"Poof"

[Intro]
Aye, out west 290 sh*t, b*tch, you know how I'm rockin', n*gga
Get your guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp sh*t, get mopsticked, b*tch
YSN, young street n*gga, aye
This b*tch say she like my watch, b*tch say she like my car
Ridin' solo dolo but I'm hangin' out with my Glock
Police got behind me, did I pull over? Hell naw
I might bust my dashboard, get up with me, f*ck y'all

[Verse 1]
I pull up on you at the light, then I leave you at the light
Slidin' off, your sh*t crash, in the sidewalk, all in the grass
I'm in the club, high off drugs, b*tch n*gga better not mean mug
Security ain't even search me, I just snuck past him with the snuff
Told that b*tch I like her sundress and I take it off
I aim at your head, chopper make a mess, take it off
Sniper on the roof, roof, with this b*tch, I'm a dog
There was fleas on your ass, n*gga, you wan' bite 'em off
I got shorties on my payroll, get your halo, they knock you off
My b*tch, I feel like John Gotti, I might catch me a new body
If you ain't 'bout gettin' money, n*gga, then you need to find you a new hobby
Whole lotta money, whole lotta gold, like I sold my soul to the Illuminati
pus*y n*gga this a Ferrari, this ain't no Maserati
My b*tch got one hell of a body, she foreign like Bugatti
Alexander McQueen 'cause, b*tch, I'm a designer fiend
I buy Balmains, expensive jeans and I fill 'em with Gs

[Hook]
Aye, my car go poof, it ain't got no roof
n*ggas say you're gettin' money but yeen no proof
pus*y n*gga f*ck with me then your life go poof
I'm a player, don't be surprised if your b*tch go poof
And if you're icy to me, your neck and wrist go poof
The police tryna build a case but they ain't got no proof
I'll f*ck his b*tch 'til she drown and she ain't got no juice
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' on my level that's a hell of a stoop

[Verse 2]
Aye, your racks go poof, then your sack go poof
Tryna run from me, chopper make your back go poof
The police chasin' me, I make this beat, 12 on poof
We put n*ggas on a stretcher now they callin' for truce
I'm mixin' Hennessy with pills, b*tch, I'm high off the deuce
Them n*ggas lyin' in they rhymes, they ain't tellin' the truth
I got a ugly bag, boy, I bought your b*tch bag
I got a ugly swag, my designer a mismatch
We just pull up on a n*gga block with 100 shots, then the 100 train comin'
I f*ck a b*tch, never call her back, tell her that I love her, I was game runnin'
She ate my di*k up, bon apetit, b*tch got a tongue like Cardi B
Infrared beams on everything, might be red, might be green
Bowleg b*tch might be thick, might be slim, might be lean
I don't sip lean, but I pop beans, feelin' like I'm high off everything
Foe'nem leave no witnesses, we be shootin' up everything
f*ck a b*tch 'cause I'm married to the game, only way I buy a wedding ring
Run up on a n*gga house, put the 4 nickel in a n*gga mouth
Told him, "Give me all that sh*t", took so much dope, I ain't runnin' out
You want the shoes on my feet, well, they ain't even comin' out
Rappin' sh*t you ain't bout, these rap n*ggas love doin' sh*t for the clout
n*ggas loose at the mouth

[Hook]
My car go poof, it ain't got no roof
n*ggas say you're gettin' money but yeen no proof
pus*y n*gga f*ck with me then your life go poof
I'm a player, don't be surprised if your b*tch go poof
And if you're icy to me, your neck and wrist go poof
The police tryna build a case but they ain't got no proof
I'll f*ck his b*tch 'til she drown and she ain't got no juice
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' on my level that's a hell of a stoop

[Outro]
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, b*tch
Out west 290 sh*t, you know how I'm rockin', n*gga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t, get mop sticked
Spvnk on the beat
Drum Dealers

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