Direct Messages lyrics

[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 woped 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 Americas 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 cooca 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 L'A while its 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

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