[Intro:] Aye, Bitch
Outwest 290 Shit nigga
You know how im rocking nigga
Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, Get mop stick Bitch
No Hooks, Aye
4CH Solid Gang, Catch a body gang
Aye, Aye, Aye

[Verse 1: Lud Foe] I dropped out of school
Started selling dog food
Kept the biggest pistol even though i was a small dude
I'll get your block hot
50 Shots out this AK
You diss on my name, you get smoked on the same day
We do a hit, We hit your block the same way
You niggas broke, Tell me how yall wanna gang bang
Ridin' Round with two baby ninas
I feel like Max Payne
Serving Caine, Baby i'm trapping
I'm selling everything
I gotta watch my back
I know these niggas out to get me
So i bought a mac
You better know i got it with me
Bag on ya head, On ya head
It's a mill ticket
Stuntin' On these niggas
They don't like it gotta deal with it
He pillow talked the bitch
You know she still let me hit it
Pistol to the party
Security let me in with it
I pop lock The Glock, Bitch i'm heuy
With this F&N
I cruise up the block, While im listening to "Many Men"
If you a opp, we gone put this hot shit on you
I got 30 shots, Make me put this mop stick on you
Laser beam, Make you think chicken pox was on you
You get robbed, Now we going in them pockets on you
He a plug but he snitching
He put sockets on you
I love fucking thick bitches
I fuck skinney bitches too
Love riding 26's, Ride 24's too
Homicide would you take a life?
Would you really shoot?
You on some tough shit, We on some young shit
Let us through
100 niggas jump you
Thats 200 feet stomping you
Treat a nigga like he ricky, Make me put this pump to you
Went from recording out the closet room
And using Fruity Loops
Me and Kid Wonder Bishop
Always had the juice
Let this tec loose
All over your head like mousse
I got my Colt .45 catch you on some drunk shit
I collect checks from these hoes
On my don Juan Shit
Got that check fucked it off, like it really wasn't shit
Alot of niggas run they mouth
They dont really run shit
You ain't did what i did
Bitch you never done shit
I'm smoking goat piss
That shit that have me high in one hit
You wanna rap beef, and tell fairy tales about me
Real street nigga, i got all the killers round me
Fake ass nigga, how could you be real aroud me
And if im hungry bitch
You better not eat a meal aroud me
Hard shells hit your Soft Shells, now you ground beef
Flipping work, It do cartwheels when its round me
She can't swim
She gone fuck around and drown round me
Im the center niggas can't get a rebound round me
Alot of Pussy niggas tryna' smile
When i come around
But they smiles turn upside down when im not around
Cruising tough behind the tints
Loaded pistol in my reach
Better hustle like your broke
If you don't, you a leech
Put some muscle in your grind, down the line you'll see
I was young, always kept a beeper on the side of me
Leaving school every second, just to go and serve a P
I had good grades cuz i used to sell my teacher weed
Put the Dre Beats on, Then i hit the studio
Spitting straight dope
I put fentanyl on the flow
Fuck her once then get ghost
Go AWOL on a hoe
Heavy traffic, so i put some berkeley bars on the door
'22 Glock loaded up with 22 shots
For this knot
Bitch i scrapped up every angle in the pot
All these rap niggas actors
Always claiming shit they not
Picked my boogers
So my bankroll covered up with snot
She ain't love me, But She love me now
Cuz im getting guap
Since in getting funds
Hoes say i'm acting funny now
All my niggas rob, boy you better not pull your money out
Reached in and hat them thought i was gone pull the bunny out
It's a hot car
Only drive it when its sunny out
They was laughing at me
I dont think they think its funny now
Black and yellow bumble bee
I parked it at my honey house
Bitch i'm from chicago, I be all across the country now
Sleeping on a palet when i lived in granny house
I had ambition and tuition to make it out
It was rough for me
Other rappers took the safter route
Being Hard Headed really Made me wanna listen now
Thinking bout the shit i could've had but i was missing out
Old heads lay some knowledge on you, if you hear it out
Say the game should be sold
But to me they give it out
Call my plug for the birds, he gone bring the pigeons out
Used to have a girlfriend
I fuck plenty women now
Im not a minute man
I won't give a hoe a minute now
At my trap house, dope feinds running in and out