Yeah, come see this nigga Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker I seen him and I'm addicted Disturbing tha Peace is the clique Please tell these fake-ass niggas who you are I be that nigga named Luda Alert! Alert! it's the ATLien intruder College Park Waterboy, spit in the c-cooler I Jam till they Def, they call me Slick Dick the Ruler Women, indeed! Keep yo' eyes closed 'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, hoes Low-pros, low blows, watch out for the po-pos And I chose to be that number-one contender Southern offender, fucking up your whole agenda When I walk, you try to run; when I run, you try to hide You skate at the snap of my fingers; call me Golden Glide It's you and I, do or die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm Sly Oh, why try? You one of them niggas that like to cheat death And I'm one of them niggas That rip out Excursions till there's no seats left You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks Who, that nigga 'Cris? Aww, that nigga's aight That nigga can't fuck with me, though! Let me get on the mic Nigga, who the fuck are you, nigga? I be that nigga Bronze Bridges Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches They think I want they bitches But I don't want no pigeons; yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions Y'all in school detention and'll never come out Man, I'll cut your Achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth 'Cause we the shit in the South, Fate know what I'm talking about You see we Jack and we Daniel, y'all Earl and Ralph 4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to war with these games These bitch niggas is lame and comin' down with the rain You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in your brain And that's the simple and plain mayne, three-W dot, sh- "Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter-than-hot sh-" Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty, man? Shorty up at the radio station, man? Shorty be popping, man! I'm saying, let the name be known! Who y'all talkin' 'bout? I be that nigga the Lova-Lova I'm nastier than thinking about your parents sex each other No glove, no love; better tell your dick to run for cover So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers If you know what I mean! Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams Girls "Backin' they ass up," now they 400 Degreez, ha Hot girl, trying to give it to niggas up on the block, girl Have you screaming, "Stop, girl!" I rock worlds with my nine-inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me Lova-Lova? Self-explanator-ium, ass valedictorian I bring 'em Back to the Future like a '85 DeLorean The Luda drug emporium; on the counter prescriptions You like my diction and my doctor nurse convention I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty And have your buttcheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly See me! See me! CEO, D.T.P Infamous 2-0, Fate Forrester 4-Eezy Shondreezy on da beat Playaz Circle,Tity Boi College Park, nigga! Virgo, nigga! What-what! Ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah

When the light is gone And you're on your own You've been tryin' but the fight never goes away And you don't know when The sun will shine again All you gotta do is look my way If you got a problem I got a problem too If you're standin' at the bottom I'll reach out for you If you need someone to lean on Baby, I can be strong I will carry you through If you got a problem I got a problem too Everybody needs somethin' to believe If you want you can always put your faith in me I don't know it all But I know how it feels to fall With a helpin' hand, you'll find your feet If you got a problem I got a problem too If you're standin' at the bottom I'll reach out for you If you need someone to lean on Baby, I can be strong I will carry you through If you got a problem I got a problem too If you're lonely If you're down and out Holdin' out for a better day Call out for me I'll come runnin' And we'll find a better way If you got a problem I got a problem too If you're standin' at the bottom I'll reach out for you If you need someone to lean on Baby, I can be strong I will carry you through If you got a problem I got a problem too If you got a problem I got a problem too If you need someone to lean on Baby, I can be strong I will carry you through If you got a problem I'll reach out for you

I just told P, "This really niggas' worst nightmare, man They don't wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie" (Papi Yerr, Yerr) Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider I got a shooter, and I got a driver They want that heat, I'm the only provider Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? (Hmm) Hold up, shorty, hold up, bitch Please, don't touch me, look at my fit Look at my ankle, look at my wrist This one a pack, this one a brick That one an opp, that one a lick This one for Pop, this one for Juice I am the one, bitch, you a deuce, brr Niggas give it up in my city Really shed blood in my city, real love in my city Niggas'll son your whole set like it's a round six Clips, whole team get flyer than round trips, bitch She's still spying on my flicks (flicks), he admiring my drip (drip) Check what I do, the check'll clear too Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview I'on care how long it take to get a opp back All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back (out back) I'on care how long it take to get a (opp back) All my niggas (outside), steak, bitch, we (out back) Brr! Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider I got a shooter and I got a driver They want that heat, I'm the only provider Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? (Ayy-yo, Baby, let's go) 2022, I'm coming through on that new shit (oop) How we opps? You see me, and you don't do shit (brr) I done really trapped in the Carter, I got the blueprint Gallery Department, we shopping, I like the loose fit What's the point of having this muscle if you don't use it? I play the game to win, I'm not losing Opps know my address, I'm not moving Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it She gets what she wants when we screwing I'm on point, I know what I'm doing Way too smart to act like I'm stupid I get my advice from Mike Rubin I'm not by myself, my whole crew lit Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print It is what it is, I can't make no excuses I hit the whole group, do that make me a groupie? Balenciaga coat, this is not Gucci We went city to city in bulletproofs You can't run with my gang, they'll bully you Been had switches, I know what them fullies do I'm a vibe, let me know what you wanna do Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two We be ménaging, that boost up his ego She a lil' demon off that Casamigos Yeah, Baby Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider I got a shooter, and I got a driver They want that heat, I'm the only provider Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? There's no autotune on me, is there? (Nope) Don't mean the rapper when I say bitches ride the wave Flooded my watch, but ain't giving a clown the time of day Ain't talking Christmas, wouldn't holla in my holidays I fuck with niggas that be shooting at they opps for days Trust me (trust me), they gon' let me know (know) They gon' rep' me when they catch you lacking, that .45 special flow (flow) They gon' wet you, yo (yo) Yes, I'm always good for the bag Niggas gon' hop out on that ass, ski mask Heavy on the ski mask too And the ski mask ain't for the pandemi' It go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny Ski mask way!