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lud foe - where my scale lyrics

[intro:]
ayy ayy
gang!
no hooks part two, b-tch you know i’m rockin’, n-gg-
get your guns up, get your funds up
you on that opp sh-t, get mop stick, b-tch
out west 290 sh-t, ysn young street n-gg-
gang gang gang

[verse:]
tell that b-tch where my scale at
b-tch i talk that cocaine sh-t cause i sell that
try and rob me and you make sure you gon fail that
hit you with this chopper clamp yo -ss like a bear trap
hold on we gon rob you for your pounds we need that
how yo plug calling crying talking bout get my weed back
how yo b-tch calling crying talking bout get my weave back
i f-ck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that
if you want beef pick a spot we could meet at
like a perm put this hot heat where yo head at
in your house where you sleeping? where yo bed at?
you wanna bet he can f-ck with me? where your bread at?
dope runna b-tch i drop off packs like i’m fedex
i caressed her throat, ya yo b-tch gave me head s-x
catch you out in traffic aim this heat at yo head rest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil chest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil vest
the ambulance come ima leave they -ss a big mess
i hit the mall and i f-ck it up b-tch i’m too fresh
i can’t show no love to these hoes cause they suspect
ridin’ round looking for some opps we could bust at
he said that’s his b-tch i didn’t know i been f-cked that
i send her on her way transportation she get bus p-ss
i got a new glock, new opp, new mac
are you a cool guy? put some hot bullets in yo cool -ss
runnin’ out of hiding spots imma need a new stash, aye
you could find me where the freaks at
you could find me in that trap selling blue bags
you could always find me where the streets at
you say you want beef we gon make him eat that
you know imma dog on a b-tch where yo leash at?
in miami ridin’ ferrari you could find me where the heats at
when it’s war time you get toe tagged , homicide
streets got me traumatized , doors up , b-tterflys
boy you ain’t no mothaf-ckin k!lla (mothaf-ckin k!lla)
boy you ain’t no mothaf-ckin hitta (you a b-tch)
i remember selling [?] to the dope feens now they yelling i’m that n-gg-
you get banana clips if you think you a gorilla
hit yo block then we play monkey in the middle

[outro:]
b-tch!
b-tch!
b-tch!
gang!
gang!
gang!
gang!
no hooks part 2 b-tch , you know how im rockin n-gg-
get your guns up, get your funds up
you on that opp sh-t, get mop stick, b-tch
aye aye aye

- lud foe lyrics

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