Lud Foe – Street Shit lyrics

[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 nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Don't start shit, nigga 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 niggas fu as hell, I act like I don't peep shit
This fuck nigga wanna at me on some tweet shit
Pussy nigga I'm the wrong one to tweak with
Pull up on a fuck nigga 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 niggas gang bang
And some of them still in the chain gang


[Chorus: Lud Foe]
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas' necks, I know they can't breathe
Niggas don't want statics, we tote automatics
Shoot a nigga 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]
Niggas 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
Niggas 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