Street sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Lud Foe]
Got a red beam on this motherf*ckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your b*tch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass n*gga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
n*ggas always yellin' out all that street sh*t
pus*y boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe sh*t
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap sh*t
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
n*ggas always yellin' out all that street sh*t
pus*y boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe sh*t
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap sh*t
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got a red beam on this motherf*ckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your b*tch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass n*gga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Don't start sh*t, n*gga it won't be sh*t
I f*ck around and go to jail the day that don't eat sh*t
I'm rollin', I'm so motherf*ckin' high I can't see sh*t
I know n*ggas fu as hell, I act like I don't peep sh*t
This f*ck n*gga wanna at me on some tweet sh*t
pus*y n*gga I'm the wrong one to tweak with
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga block, then fire it up
Baby girl bend that thing over, I'ma tear it up
Forgis on my whip, I'ma ride, block the tires up
Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us
Me and my n*ggas gang bang
And some of them still in the chain gang
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
n*ggas always yellin' out all that street sh*t
pus*y boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe sh*t
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap sh*t
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
n*ggas always yellin' out all that street sh*t
pus*y boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe sh*t
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap sh*t
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty

[Verse 2: SG Batman]
Blue and white behind me, they gotta catch me
b*tch you better not test me
You'll get your ass sniped like Wesley
I'm a demon, you don't wanna upset me
When we walk into the building, cut the check please
I let this TEC squeeze
Coolant kit up on this b*tch to help the TEC breathe
Keep my foot on n*ggas' necks, I know they can't breathe
n*ggas don't want statics, we tote automatics
Shoot a n*gga in his face for acting like he savage
They ain't wanna see us win but it already happened
Don't confuse me with this rappin', b*tch we comin' through clappin'
Stackin' money, b*tches know my bread long
Geek his head up, now his head gone
Try to run, I'ma put this lead on you
Paramedics, white sheets, and a stretch bed for em
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
n*ggas always yellin' out all that street sh*t
pus*y boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe sh*t
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap sh*t
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
n*ggas always yellin' out all that street sh*t
pus*y boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe sh*t
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap sh*t
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty