Usin' It - LUD FOE

I gave this li hoe my number now she can’t stop usin' it

I just bought a new chopper now I can’t stop usin' it

Made in Italy, my shoes got 2 Gs on em

Cop a foreign than I on it

Im a dog on every beat I leave fleas on it

My pistol like a lemon boy dont make me squeeze on ya

If that chick ain’t no stripper I ain’t throwin cheese on her

Im so cold I might leave you froze if I sneeze on you

If do blow then bring me yo nose

Out here sellin blow

Ran out of baggage so I told my hoes just go to the store

Chopper left him with a bald head, buddy had a fro

They wanted smoke now they all dead. Go look at the score

The hottest nigga in it, ain’t I

Baby Im a big dog but I ain’t a K9

You droppin names to the feds? Boy you better not say non'

Get 200 for the time bitch can’t let her waste mine

The cops tried to get it back at me

damned if they pull me over with this shit in my trunk

Fast whip with the pink slip, bitch this my shit

Im ridin in it with a full clip of this hot shit

Ridin 26's on the road to riches. Bitches on me kissin

Tried to tell em but they didn’t listen now they reminiscin'

, I bought ammunition for the opposition

You ain’t got no bitch and you confused with no intuition

Bitch so thick she can’t even fit her thong

I can’t the pistol cause the clip is too long

She can’t inhale her smoke cause the reefer too strong

I know I was gon' make it. Won’t be broke for too long

Bitch I got my shoes I rock Christian Luves when I walk

Money in my room I dont got no room in the vault

If you make the news fuckin' with my dudes thats your fault

Tried to run he fell, shoulda tied before he walked

Gave that bitch my number

Even though I knew she would stalk me

He say he the truth even when I knew he was false

Actin like he hard even though I knew he was soft

I was sellin hard I know what to do with the soft

Bitch Im livin large like Im Big in this bitch

morphine, leave a nigga numb in this bitch

Big booty bitch, I might put my thumb in her shit

Switched ruger clips and I put a drum on that bitch

Bitch Im trynna put my paws on a bag like im Santa Clause

Get all him her jaws, kick her out, and forget to call

Nigga im a bear, you a dog. Got a different claw

Nigga you ain’t seen what I saw boy my vision raw

Ridin 4 deep with that heat no drive out

We walk up, leave a nigga block chalked up

we get our lick back, we need to sober up

I put my drop top in a paint shop, it need a close up

This bitch lookin at me like wine she fine as hell

She wanna fuck my watch but only time will tell

You broke as hell, in that cell, you can’t make your bail

We got pounds, we got, and they all for sale

on my got me sittin' tall as hell

A nigga press my buttons then you know we raisin hell

You wanna have my baby hoe you must be crazy as hell

Get up and get some money boy yo' ass lazy as hell

Ran up a quarter mill and I ain’t even got no deal

I rode with the steel and I dont even need no pill

You actin like you drill, you ain’t even in no field

Even though Im grown still ridin on big wheels

Gang Gaaannngggg Gang Hahaha Bitch Skrr