Pretty Penny lyrics

Skrt, outwest shit, 290 shit nigga you know how we rocking nigga,

Straight gang shit, get yo guns up, get your funds up,

You on that opp shit get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay

You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed

My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard

Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny

These bitches i got plenty, i already fucked too many

Baby, im a dope dealer, just let me know how many,

I'm a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city

Chopper beat a nigga up, they'll catch a uppercut, baby eat a nigga up,

She catch a nigga nut, she says she want a date, i wanna fuck her face

First i look you up, then i find your place

The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her,

Old school chevy, big box motor

Lud foe take your bitch, he just my report,

He say he don't fuck with me and i don't even know him

Bailed out that van, michael [?] bullets throwing

You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow

I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel,

And imma show these mother fuckers how to do it trill

We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills

Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill

Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps, selling rocks

Pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks,

Squeezing triggers, only lord knows, i did that alot

Fucking thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not

Balmains filled with 50 g's, bitch this shit cost, dripping sauce

I'm big gucci boss, bitch im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up

Bitch we broke the knob off, young nigga i got mob ties, imma mob boss

Vicelord, gd's, bd's at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd's dont get wack now

Foenem pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out

Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out

Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then i ran out

Hit the block, so [?] and guns, issa pass out

Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out

Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, i might pass out

I can't wife a bitch i just sell the drinks, and i smash out

[?] fam you laying on your chest with your back out

Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out

We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, GANG

We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house

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