Suicide - LUD FOE

I don’t feel that nigga, he don’t feel himself

When we get on his ass make a fuck nigga kill himself

I got that thang on me, I just let it hang out

A nigga run up on me wrong, its gon' be a bang out

I’m a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out

I be on that hot shit, bring the propaine out

I pour some honey on a snow bunny

Then I send her on the road just to hold for me

Come with shorts lil bitch, I need some more money

I got money growing roots, yeah that’s old money

I’m ridin' big whips they call me lil wheel

And you know I keep a tool like I’m bob the builder

Late night, war time, bring them thangs out

Make a fuck nigga blow his own brains out

Make a fuck nigga «X"his own name out

They was sleepin' on me when I first came out

They tryna see how far go from where I came now

These rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now

We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house

Ain’t nobody put no food in my momma house

I was all on my own, kidd helped me out

I heard you gettin' a lil money but you runnin' out

Thought it was funny then, do you think its funny now?

If you ain’t hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now?

We pull up on your ass, don’t be runnin' out

European ass clip, ain’t runnin' out

Ridin' European ass whips I brought the 40's out

These hoes like a nigga swag, I’m havin' orgies now

I jumped off that porch at a early age

Fuck around and lose your life, actin' too brave

Bad boy, I done felt my daddy 12 gauge

With the juvenile, I got out on a rampage

Bitch I’m too cut, might need bandades

Wassup with all these niggas tryna throw shade?

All I see is blue cheese through these new shades

You still on that old shit, I’m on a new page

I be dogging all the hoes, I need a new cage

I’m ridin' in that big body, I need two lanes

You’de think I rob casino, got so many chips

You’de think I was a slave, got so many whips

You’de think I was a Frito, got so many dips

Gun so big, can even fit on my hip

Hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin'

If we can’t get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin'

She like my pimp walk, she like the way I’m livin'

I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention

I’m out west 290 nigga mind your business

How the fuck is them your niggas if you in competetion?

How the fuck is you a killer if you ain’t kill the witness?

Already know I’m blowin' up you, just at back, a witness

Fuck around make me send my shorties on a mission

I lost my uncle Boochie and I’m still trippin'

I guess that be the reason why I’m still sippin'

You get killed for your chips nigga now I’m dippin'

Long nose '45, Scottie Pippen

Alotta bodies on that bitch and we still drillin'

You a beginner, you a pretender, I’m a sinner

Mouse trap for a master splinter ass nigga

We ride 40's all these bad hoes adore me

Young nigga, I lost my mind when I was a shorty

I just put some new bullets in a old forty

And if he holdin' on that work we’ll poke shorty

Like he was a backwood, we’ll smoke shorty

And hell nah, we ain’t friendly, I don’t know shorty

I got alotta shorties that a blow for me

So don’t say what you don’t mean if you ain’t on nun'

This bitch keep on yellin' out smoke some

I told that bitch to bend it over, let me poke some

If the police snatch me up, I don’t know nun'

And lock me in I’m boundin' out, that ain’t no money

You comedian ass nigga, you think you so funny

So many carats in my chain, I attract bunnies

Flow like a bumble bee, I attrack the honeys

I rob the plug, now I got the trap house jumpin'

We beat down your door like Jehova witness

I drive a old-school like a senior citizen

I try to tell these fuck niggas, they ain’t wanna listen

Ain’t gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin'

I’m YSN bitch, young street nigga

How you leave your home and you ain’t got your heat with you

If you ain’t get no money I don’t wanna meet with you

You ain’t a real nigga I don’t wanna eat with you

I’m a cold-hearted nigga, I might let that heat hit you

My momma always told me, son don’t let them streets get you

Already too late, 'cus I’m a street nigga

Turn your location on, we can meet nigga

I don’t rap beef, I leave it in the streets nigga

And you don’t clap heat, you just a wannabe nigga