[Intro: Lud Foe]
Out West 290 shit, n***a, you know how I'm rocking, n***a
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch
Straight gang shit
No hook, let's get it

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
A lotta n***as breathing they shouldn't be breathing
My young n***as kill for no reason
It's the killer season, call me Cam'ron
Pull up slam dunk shit, call me Lebron
I be on the hide out when the police come
Leave a fuck n***a bloody, he gon' need a tampon
Ian playing with no n***a, no n***a, no n***a [x2]
Bitch, I'm creeping in your bushes with this MAC on me
They gassed him up I'ma put that n***a back on E
Hit the club mugged up, bitch, I'm high off E
These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me
Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me
Point me to the n***a say he gon' smash on me
These fuck n***as fu, turnt they back fast on me
The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (Gang)
These n***as soft, bitch, I'm grinding like I'm Tony Hawk
We hit yo' block, double back, all we see is chalk
These n***as lie on them tracks, all they do is talk
N***a, better use your head before we knock it off
I get loose in this Coupe, bitch, my roof missing
Ain't no competition, n***as snitching, call 'em stoop pigeons
These n***as fu and they cool with it
Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it
This street shit, bitch, I'm too in it
Say you riding foreigns but I'm knowing that shit too rented
We do hits out the mini van, windows too tinted
Slide back that door, I'ma shoot this bitch for two minutes
Free my n***as out the jail cell until they free I'ma raise hell
Hell yeah, say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there
I grew up in the slums we had [?] and welfare
Gangbanging on some Foe shit, I'm a rich n***a, Ion want no broke bitch
Dressed in all black like I'm Eazy-E, shout out to my jeweler got me looking like I'm Mr. T
A lotta n***as breathing they shouldn't be
One phone call have my youngins make him rest in peace
Hungry n***a, eat yo' face then spit out yo' teeth
I'ma dog on a bitch walk up with a leash
[Verse 2: Lud Foe]
Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy
Feel like a baby on my shoulders 'cause my chain too heavy
Fuck a deal, I go independent, call me Webbie
I'm sipping on this 1738 like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber, bitch, I'm always ready
I'm always getting some money, I'm about my fetty
Bitch, you gon' suck my dick or what doing all that frontin'
That pussy boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool, so mechanic with a tool
Snooze, get put on the news let this rap shit fool you
Preacher man, I'm the teacher man, I'm gone school you
Remember being a broke n***a made me easy to lose a bitch
Now I'm getting money and I love to confuse a bitch
I make her work for me, my daddy told me to use a bitch
Think twice before you lose your life in this music shit
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money I can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo' feet, bitch, this MAC got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby, I be shooting shit
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
Bitch, I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water whip the bowl, bitch, I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle, n***a, it ain't no room in it
And I won't hit the club if I can't get my tool in it
Bitch, I'm Young Rambo cooler on the TEC
Doing hits out the Lambo limo, you get stretched, bitch
I'm a young n***a fucking vets, he get in that jam and confess
That pussy boy got put to rest
I just want the money, you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing, bitch, we gon' bump heads
We Giuseppe'd up, red bottoms are us
Got Margielas I don't even wear, bought 'em for what
N***as dissing on my name 'cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim, leave yo' ass in a lotta pain
Call my jeweler and I buy a lotta chains
Remember I was broke as a joke hit a lotta stains
I line a n***a up, what I see a lotta brains
Smoking reefer like I'm Wiz Khalifa, bitch, Paper Planes
We hit the club on some gangbang shit
Run a train on yo' bitch, let my whole gang hit
N***as tryna steal my shit, everybody know I started that no hook shit
I'm in Chiraq, bitch, that's as real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap or you get hit
He gon' need a shit bag when he shit
Line a n***a ass up and I didn't miss