What It Do lyrics

[Hook: Lud Foe]

Pull up on you what it do fuck nigga

You got a gun better shoot fuck nigga

Why you sneak dissing me

What the fuck I do to you fuck nigga

He probably mad because I fucked his bitch

It ain't my fault she fell in love with my wrist

I ain’t really with the [?] nigga

And I ain’t never gave a fuck about shit

But I’m really with the street shit

I ain’t the nigga that you really wanna beef with

These niggas be fu gang

Smile all on my face they dont even think I peep shit

Young nigga with a OG

High speed on the cops shoot it out with the police

I be getting to the dope cheese

Rocking Dolce & Gabbana designer no white tees

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]

Bitch I think that I’m Ross, lil bitch I’m a boss

She keep watching my diamonds

She like what it did cost you

Bitch I got it from grinding

Now I’m balling like Boston

Where the fuck is my mind

I can’t find it I lost it

Extended clip in my nine

You don’t want me start clapping shit

I meditated my mind

Now I’m back on my rapping shit

I constipated my grind

Now I’m back on my trapping shit

My life is a movie

But I ain’t with the acting shit

I’m a gudda motherfucker kill a motherfucker

Fucking with my brothers from another mother

Kidnap a nigga mother motherfucker

Fucked 2 bitches then watched them kill each other

Drop a stupid price on a nigga head

Seen him yesterday now that nigga dead

Popping up with Glocks now that nigga scared

Heard he in the house I heard he in the bed

Red laser beam put it on your head

Stomp a nigga now my white Ones red

Niggas run they mouth snitching to the feds

Tell him what we do and tell him what we did

We know where you live you come out the crib

Get put in the trunk and hung over a bridge

Kill everything in the house except the kids

I put my dick in her mouth and leave the kids

Miss all my niggas for them I shed tears

You know how we roll nigga

And if I get caught in that jam I bet I don’t fold nigga

Hard body hard body

I’m a young nigga but I be with old killers

Hard body hard body

In the streets it turned me to a cold nigga

Boy I’m with that shit

Bullets beating on your chest like Godzilla

You better not kiss that bitch she was licking on my dick like cigarillo

She asked for my number I gave her the wrong one

You wanna go to war boy your ass got the wrong gun

Talk down on me fuck boy you got the wrong one

Run up on me fuck boy you might lose some

[Hook: Lud Foe]

Pull up on you what it do fuck nigga

You got a gun better shoot fuck nigga

Why you sneak dissing me

What the fuck I do to you fuck nigga

He probably mad because I fucked his bitch

It ain't my fault she fell in love with my wrist

I ain’t really with the [?] nigga

And I ain’t never gave a fuck about shit

But I’m really with the street shit

I ain’t the nigga that you really wanna beef with

These niggas be fu gang

Smile all on my face they dont even think I peep shit

Young nigga with a OG

High speed on the cops shoot it out with the police

I be getting to the dope cheese

Rocking Dolce & Gabbana designer no white tees

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Single (2016)