Lud Foe – Killaz lyrics

[Intro]

You know where them niggas at
I know where them niggas at (foenem)
I know where them killaz at
You know where them hittas at (KidWond3r You Made This Beat Dang) You know where them hittas at
I know where them killaz at (i know where them killaz )
(skrt skrt bitch) GANG!
I know where them niggas at
I know where them hittas at
I know where them hittas at
You know where them hittas at
Where them hittas at
Where them killaz at (Bitch)

[Hook]

You know where them hittas at, out west where my killaz at
He Callin talm bout squashin beef, nigga we ain't hearing that Niggas come and slide on ya, Ride on ya, hollow tips inside of you, don't call yo homie phone he can't answer cause he died on ya, (gang)
I know where them hittas at
I know where them hittas at
I know where them killlaz at
I know where them killaz at

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]


You know where my niggas at
Thats where they pull triggers at
I know that ain't that nigga that was wolfin on the internet
I heard you know where that nigga stay and you ain't kill em yet
Don't make me call them shooters, kick yo door and punch yo shit back
He ain't with it, he just talking shit, he need a tic-tac
This mac 11 split yo ass in half like a kit-kat
Lil nigga we gone ride on ya, slide on ya, glide on ya
Roll the windows down and open fire on ya (fire on ya)
Ya big homie a killa, these bullets make him retire on ya
Undercover nigga, you snitchin' might have a wire on ya
Drive-by's, cruisin with SK's and 45's
I got mob ties, bitch im a killa in every ops eyes
Shots fired, bitch its a man down on yo side
We got [?] high off the molly, bitch i got frog eyes
Bitch I gang bang , Bitch Im the Al Capon of the west side
Bitch my Chain hang, diamonds be shinning, fuckin up yo eyes

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SG BATMAN]

Yo homie testified on ya, lied on ya make me come and slide on ya
Get to call the paramedics, cause yo brains wide open
Bitch im off a flat, it got my eyes open, wide open (Ughhh)
Bitch you better watch yo mouth, cause you know them guys totin (Ughh)
Bitch im Glock totin, block postin, say we ain't the hottest, boy you rock smoking, (bitch)
Call yo bitch phone, she can't answer cause she cock chokin
Choppa keep on spittin, that bitch outspoken
Im outwest where them killaz at, niggas that really drillin that
He talkin allat bro, we ain't on that shit, we ain't really feeling that
When I was in that jam, i threw my gang up
Call my phone and you ain't talkin money, bitch i hang up
A couple [?] A couple M's couldn't even change us
I lost some niggas, sippin on this hen it kill the pain up
Real 4ch gang member, i be with real gang members
He wanna jump up off that porch until them hollows hit em


[Hook]