Lud Foe – Find Me lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Out West shit, nigga
Bitch, bitch

[Chorus]
It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin'
Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin'
Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me
It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin'
Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin'
Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me

[Verse 1]
Smokin' on a blunt the same size as my son
Flip flop paint, watch it change in the sun
Pyrex pot left a first degree burn
Forgiatos big so they rub when I turn
Paid a pretty penny for my necklace and my charm
Pounds comin' in, bitch, we growin' it on a farm
This shit that I'm sellin' is life threatenin'
Junkies eat the dope for breakfast like jam and jelly
Hit the gas, puttin' the hurt in on these Pirellis
Servin' junkies powdered dope gave me a chubby belly
I sprained my wrist in the pot, water whip like I'm a chemist
No, you ain't no motherfuckin' trapper, don't portray the image
'Cause we know that you're not
Four stoves cookin', bitch, don't touch it while it's hot
I got buckshots in the shotty, I'm goin' Scottie
Set up shop on the opps while they in the party
Wait outside in a hot car with full throtty'
Sell your ass a brick of quicksand, aha, I got him
Tats on my face to let you know I'm gang gang
XD 40 with the infrared beam
Fishbowl in the McLaren and I'm sittin' on them things
This watch that I'm wearin' cost a hundred but it's plain


[Chorus]
It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin'
Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin'
Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me
It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin'
Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin'
Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me

[Verse 2]
Try to rob me, tough luck, you must be a dumb fuck
Engine in the trunk trunk, luggage in the front front
Bitch so thick, see the ass from the front front
Send your homie off and get his head Willie Lump Lump
I like my bitches ratchet, they freaky and they nasty
I might rob you for all that shit, you think you finna tax me
Club goin' up up, comin' through the side door
Shoot your block up up, pull up then I slide, though
Dope fiends everywhere, even in the bathroom
I bankroll on my teacher then he'll put me out the classroom
VVS's on my neck and wrist, this jewelry custom
Ridin' with some shit up in the whip that make your block boom

[Chorus]
It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin'
Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin'
Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me
It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin'
Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin'
Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me