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[Intro] Bitch My Outwest shit, nigga, 290 shit, nigga, you already know how we rockin' Get your guns up or get your funds up You on that opp shit get mopsticked Bitch [Verse: Lud Foe] These fuck niggas hate me already Got a young nigga feeling like I made it already, bitch I like my cheese with spaghetti Fuckin' with my fetty you get wopped brains like spaghetti, bitch You hop up off that plane, we extorting niggas Nigga, you's a mouse, nigga, you a house nigga I got shooters from Out South, nigga, watch ya mouth, nigga, late night We pop out, show you what we 'bout, nigga Ain't no room in my room, pistols in the couch, nigga Got a room full of goons and we pointing out niggas Lud Foe took his cookies 'cause he was a scout nigga I'm gorilla mixed with killer, I'll shoot it out with you I hit the club with some thugs throwing dubs on yo' baby momma Hop up out the 'Rarri, do the dash, you'll think I was Sonic Boochie Gang Gang should be on America's Most Wanted I got yo' bitch high, thought she was gone die when she hit the Chronic Call up Cago, bring that tool, he gone act a fool If you snooze you gone make the news, boy, don't be no fool The GD's, the BD's will kill shit for me But you know I'm 4CH Solid Gang, hard to deal with, bitch Bitch, you fucking with me you gone hit the kill switch This pump will knock a dread out yo' head when that steel hit it I been on that savage shit and I'm still with it Heard these fuck niggas out of shape and I'm still fitted Trappin' out that bando sellin' heroin It all started out I was a shorty playing with BB guns Went to school with my daddy tool, I was a sneaky son A lot of hallows you think you a bully, come get you some Turned 15 and I went and bought a Tommy Gun Pull up serving Whitney had to serve my uncle Bobby sum Who ain't got no check, pussy boy, we got a lot of funds Got it out the mud bussing juggs till that profit come Pussy, better use your brain if you got it all Nigga say he drinking lean, he drinking Tylenol That money hit me up, nigga, I ain't gotta call These bitches eat me up, gimme head till they lockjaw We pull up get to shooting if you try and run, them bullets chase We do this shit professional the police come, won't leave a trace Aim at yo' top when it drop I can see the Sun Them hollows hit yo' chest leave it sticky like a piece of gum Bitch, I roll with thieves Count blue cheese till my fingers numb Selling coca leaf I chief with the Mexicans She say she want a feast feed her dick She won't get a crumb You know I'm in Chiraq, you can't come come where I'm from That's yo' ass, pussy boy, you trash, get put in the dump I stir it in the bowl make it cold like a chemist does You snitching on yo' niggas, boy, you told, should've shut it up Throwin' shade I ain't got no blade but I'm cuttin' up You the type of nigga get on then you leave niggas I'm the type of nigga get on and I feed niggas I'ma rock the club with my gang, I don't need niggas You better tuck yo' chain be a stain or the victim Bullets hit yo' brain show no sympathy we treat niggas Get a body bag, white sheet, rest in peace, nigga I'm lookin for that boy but I ain't playing Hide and Seek with him We catch him in LA while it's hot let that heat hit him I got a 40 Glock 30 shots up in these denims Then I pull up get to shooting hit that nigga and who be with him Then we slam off in a Jaguar with the top off Take her top off, no Lacoste, bitch, this shit cost I'm a fat nigga B.O.N, bitch, I'm big boss I'm a trap nigga, get 'em in then I send em off Say you at the top, bullets hot knock yo' top off That shotty hit yo' body, put a body on my sawed off Serving dope to the dope fiends, make 'em nod off Fuck a hoe, sell a hoe dreams then I drove off [Outro] I'm sending direct messages (x3) I get money calls in Texas I'm sending direct messages (x3) I get money calls in Texas