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lud foe - suffer lyrics

[intro]
kid wond3r, you made this beat?
gang, aye
out west 290 sh-t, you know how i’m rockin’, n-gg-
get your guns up, get your funds up
you on that opp sh-t, get mob sticked, b-tch

[verse]
i hit the mall, gucci, louis, fendi, i just buy it all
shout out to my shooter, he r-t-rded, he ain’t got it all
must be drunk, bet you had you too much of that alcohol
john wall, b-tch i shoot, but i don’t play no basketball
could’ve, should’ve, would’ve, but you didn’t
double g, my gucci shirt is linen
i put forgiatos on a bentley
windows tinted, they can’t see who in it
i ain’t been broke in a minute
they ain’t sold dope in a minute
back in the days, i sold plenty
’cause minimum wage wasn’t gon’ get it
we g-ngb-ng, n-gg-, rep your set, what the f-ck you claim
thick b-tch, tattoo on her -ss, yeah, that be my name
talk sh-t, i’ma get you changed for a piece of change
walkin’ lick, silence on the stick, you won’t hear a thing
sold dope from my grandma house, ’cause i’m a hustler
you might get a discount if you a customer
yeah, i think you’s a rat n-gg-, you hang with bustas
this b-tch say she in love with me, but i don’t trust her
i pulled up, i’m in a tesla, the color mustard
you police, you tryna cuff her, i’m tryna f-ck her
she callin’ me, i blocked her number, i’m tryna duck her
leave n-gg-s with the sh-tty face, i make ’em suffer
got racks up in the pillowcase and under the covers
you in a turtle race, i got a quicker pace, i’m gettin’ bigger cake
bigger cake up on my dinner plate, what should i eat today?
aim at your head, crack it like a egg, you think its easter day
i just bought my shooter rugers, f-ck her, send her in a uber
i’m a winner, you’s a loser, f-ck the teacher and a tutor
the feds watch my stash house, i gotta watch how i maneuver
you make me bring my mask out, you’d think that i was freddie kreuger
they find you with your -ss out, now you smellin’ like manure
i picked up my sh-ll casings, dump them b-tches in the sewer
we shot up the family reunion, b-tch, we some party p–pers
i f-cked her and sold her a dream, i think i’m martin luther
you f-cked up, think you can f-ck with me, you got me f-cked up like rosa, feet kicked up, sittin’ on the back of my tour bus
when i left the strip club, i pulled out doin’ donuts
ride forgios and velanos while your car on donuts
n-gg-s sneak dissin’ and don’t even know us
you say you ’bout it, you gon’ have to show us
run off with your money like janky promoters
my car is my baby, i roll like a stroller
and we pop your top like some strawberry soda
these bankrolls on me be so big, i can’t fold ’em
and we empty glocks, double back and reload ’em
i ran out of c-ke, so that soap what i sold ’em
it’s so many grams in these blunts, i can’t roll ’em
got so many bricks on them boats, i can’t float ’em
these pistols got bodies, but we still gon tote ’em
won’t aim at your body, them caskets, we close ’em

[outro]
kid wond3r, you made this beat?
d-mn
skrt, skrt

- lud foe lyrics

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