Bout Shit lyrics

[Intro]

Aye

Y.S.N, Young Street Nigga

Out west, 290 shit nigga

You know how I'm rockin' nigga

Lud Foe

Boochie gang bitch

Get yo guns up, get yo funds up

You on that opp shit get mop stick hoe

Straight gang shit nigga

You know how we rockin' nigga

Aye, aye, aye

[Verse]

I don't give a fuck about shit

Mouth slick, slick rick

You was in the house

But I was on some trap house shit

I fuck hoes, talk shit

Niggas ain't bout shit

This a Gucci shirt

I used to rock that Hugo Boss shit

We send shots, you catch bullets on yo Randy Moss shit

And sometimes I lose my mind

But I never lost shit

Red bone, super thick

Fuck me for a outfit

We do home invasions, fuck around and get ya house hit

I'm riding big rims, think I'm on some down south shit

Bitch I'm getting money, I'm just on some young boss shit

If you cross the line, I'll get you knocked off quick

You not a killer, boy you lying, you ain't knocked off shit

Drugs in my pores, molly water drippin' off me

You talking shit, 30 bullet holes in ya outfit

These hoes like paparazzi, I can't get these bitches off me

I wake up early and start drinking Henny like its coffee

You ain't talking bout no money, well that's where you lost me

I fuck these hoes for free, that shit ain't gon' never cost me

Do a drill mask on, you won't even notice me

My jewelry colder than a polar, my jeweler done froze me

It's a sight to see, that's why these bitches gon' hoe for me

My shorties shoot for free

They might end up kickin' yo door for me

I keep my pole with me just in case you thinkin bout pokin me

Got junkies knockin on my door, tryna cop some blow from me

What imma fight for? What you wanna lose your life for?

I long pipe her but I can never ever wife her

As a young nigga they never really understand us

So I pick the gun up, fucked around and got my stripes up

She wanna fuck with me, she heard that I can turn her life up

I got some rap money, I fucked around and got my pipes up

I hit the club with my shades on, why

Cause I'm high as hell

I don't rock no fuckin' Bourne fly but I'm fly as hell

Say he gettin' money but he not, he's a lie and tell

If I go to jail, I won't tell bitch I make bail

All we know is W's, cause nigga we don't take L's

Bro go post up by the train station, rob niggas by the L

If robbin' me was yo mission, then you gon' fuck around and fail

Got homies in the jail and for me I know they proud as hell

Boy these bullets hot, hit yo top and fuck around and melt

I keep that 40 on me, and it's tucked in my designer belt

Bitch keep on callin', she stalking me

She can't help herself, I ain't gotta touch a bitch

I make a hoe caress herself

Get a shoebox fill it with knots

Sit on the shelf, 4 leaf clover for that green, imma fucking elf

I remember back when we was down, ain't nobody help

You get fucked up, yo bitch lips like some vice grips

I get sucked up

Like crime mob, if you knuck you get buck, buck

You get gift wrapped, kidnapped, you get trunk trunk

You mug off them drugs, you got fuck around

And I get punched drunk, I ain't finish school

Hell yeah I was a young flunk, quick to get a gun

But I still want no young pump

I was grindin' nigga, I couldn't wait till my time come

Yo bitch give me dome, she couldn't wait till a nigga cum

Drinkin' henny to the dome, I don't want no red rum

If you run up on me wrong, nigga imma kill some

We steal cars, to do drive-by's let's go peel some

These bullets come with pain, I don't think you wanna feel none

Been doin this rap shit since a shorty and it's still fun

I hope you got your gun if don't then you better run

I got a lot to say, you main bitch be blowin' me

This mac what I spray, coolin' kit so it won't overheat

You not a street nigga, so stay yo ass out the street

Bitch I got bread on both sides, like some lunch meat

Bitch we hurricane, go ay bay bay with 223s

I told her fuck my chain, she was dreamin' about fuckin' me

I caught a money disease infected with blue cheese

Niggas funny to me, put on fronts for TV

I grew up around robbers

I grew up around thieves

I grew up around killers

Grew up around OG's

They was all real niggas and they well taught me

White chalk cross that ngga out if he cross me

You wanna rap beef, you must not wanna eat

You ain't gettin' no money, cause you way too busy watching me

If you wanna come around here, we knock you off your property

They say life is a gamble, it feel like monopoly

You tryna compete, he lost the ball, he thought he was rockin' me

These hoes used to diss me now they sending me apologies

I been doin this shit for years nigga imma prodigy

I'm sellin' twitter D, so all the dope fiens follow me

Niggas hate on me, but me I never let it bother me

Shout out to my momma dukes

Cause she the one that father'ed me

Shout out to my real niggas, never turned they back on me

So when you see me, got the same niggas in the back of me

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)