[Intro: Lud Foe]
Got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass n***a, you can't wait to drop a dime
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
N***as always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
N***as always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass n***a, you can't wait to drop a dime
Don't start shit, n***a it won't be shit
I fuck around and go to jail the day that don't eat shit
I'm rollin', I'm so motherfuckin' high I can't see shit
I know n***as fu as hell, I act like I don't peep shit
This fuck n***a wanna at me on some tweet shit
Pussy n***a I'm the wrong one to tweak with
Pull up on a fuck n***a block, then fire it up
Baby girl bend that thing over, I'ma tear it up
Forgis on my whip, I'ma ride, block the tires up
Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us
Me and my n***as gang bang
And some of them still in the chain gang
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
N***as always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
N***as always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

[Verse 2: SG Batman]
Blue and white behind me, they gotta catch me
Bitch you better not test me
You'll get your ass sniped like Wesley
I'm a demon, you don't wanna upset me
When we walk into the building, cut the check please
I let this TEC squeeze
Coolant kit up on this bitch to help the TEC breathe
Keep my foot on n***as' necks, I know they can't breathe
N***as don't want statics, we tote automatics
Shoot a n***a in his face for acting like he savage
They ain't wanna see us win but it already happened
Don't confuse me with this rappin', bitch we comin' through clappin'
Stackin' money, bitches know my bread long
Geek his head up, now his head gone
Try to run, I'ma put this lead on you
Paramedics, white sheets, and a stretch bed for em
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
N***as always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
N***as always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty