Eww lyrics

[Intro: Lud Foe]

Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn

Gang, aye, bitch

Niggas ain't on shit, you know how we rockin' nigga

YSN, Young Street Nigga, bitch

Straight gang shit, out west 290 shit, aye

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]

I'm the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna rob the dope man

Bullets make you tap dance, xans make me slow dance

Did so many drills, broke the pin in my 4-5th

Blunt rollin', gun totin' niggas, we don't throw hands

VIP, I walk inside the club, then I throw bands

She gave me a lap dance, but she ain't use no hands

Caught an opp, we blew 'em down, but we ain't use no fans

'74 Cutlass made him thought that I was an old man

[Verse 2: Cago Leek]

Minivan, hot head, dread-head, Tarzan

Only ride new shit, Cago is a car head

Thick bitch, new shit, wettin' up my bed

Always a snitch nigga, tell 'em what I did

Why the fuck this bitch nigga act like he a hardhead?

Over flat, I ain't tryin' to be around no Harley's

Magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon

Red bitch, I don't give no fucks if she was darkskin

We whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that

Wrist cling, ear cling, neck cling, all that

50 in this MAC, go bratt, he caught all that

Skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that

[Refrain: Lud Foe & Cago Leek]

Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww

[Verse 3: Lud Foe]

You say yous a trapper boy, you know you get your clone on

You can't sell that dope, 'cause they know that shit stepped on

Murk in the club, bitch, your head gon' get stepped on

Bullets rip your chest, should've wore you a Teflon

Concrete soakin' up your blood like a tampon

Young nigga trappin' on that curb with my Mikes on

[Refrain: Lud Foe & Cago Leek]

Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww

[Verse 4: Cago Leek]

Bitch, when I get in that 'Cat, I'ma clap, where her walls at

Nigga, if you snitch, yous a rat, what we call that

I just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at?

All these niggas dissin' on the net, but where y'all at?

Boy, you out there trappin', I'ma put this TEC where your skull at

[Verse 5: Lud Foe]

I fuck her from the back, never call back, call back

Teabag, made her lick my ballsack, where her halls at

Green beam on your bald cap, nigga, fall back

Please don't say none crazy 'cause the police got my phone tapped

Better not get caught over, if fuckboy don't use the wrong map

Your momma on the way over here to give me some of that grown back

Fuck her for an hour, you'd think Stella got her groove back

Aggravated battery on this Pyrex, bitch, I blue stacks

[Refrain: Lud Foe & Cago Leek]

Ewwwww

[Outro: Lud Foe]

[?] got his shit 'cross the border, haha

Now how, hahahahahaha

Straight gang shit, nigga

Gang, gang

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks 2 (2017)