Bout Shit - Lud Foe

Gotta be 'bout it Cook that shit up, Quay Gotta be 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Young bitch thinkin' I'm from 'luminati Deposit I made in my closet At random I posed the body Yeah, then if I came in your body (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Bodies on bodies Got bodies on bodies, got bodies on bodies, yeah Don't tell nobody Don't tell nobody, don't tell nobody, yeah Get booted up, pull up and pipe her Catch a body like I'm a real lifer (Boom) In the city like I'm the dice Take a gamble, come play with your life Is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?) Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (I'm 'bout it, 'bout it) That Rol' on my wrist, that Lil Yachty (Ice) Beat the pussy like Mr. Miyagi They make crack like, they fill pack like, then like Master P we wanna joog Findin' bodies, catchin' bodies way 'fore Boyz n the Hood (Uh) Fuck the 12 here and the chop hop us up there And that 4-4 they keep on the shelves (Whoa) I'm gonna fuck on that ho, ain't gonna tell She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Roll up a burner inside it Pull up and fuck it, no coughin' She suck on the D, need a rubber That pussy be drippin' like water Yeah, she came out of Canada She fresh off a banana boat No Tony Montana (Yeah, yeah) Made that bitch eat a cantaloupe (Eat it up, eat it up) Put that boot in her bootyhole Make her leak out her panties (Leak, leak) Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (Oh, is you 'bout it) Got dick like a Xanny (Yeah) I fuck from the back with a cannon Lil' mama got nipple like Janet On Super Bowl winnin' all Grammys In the kitchen I trap like the candy Oh is you 'bout it? I'm poppin' a Perc while she panic When she busts she do it dramatic Got a 4-4 that shoot automatic Got them Benjamins stacked for your habits Dolce Gabbana and dabbin' Make her spit on the dick, make it nasty Make her spit on the dick, make it nasty She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

Finna hop on a plane right back to the cold Wanna clearport this commercial shit is getting old Dream chasin me and Scotty we Been on a roll Long live slick b dam niggas hoes Dam niggas broke man niggas know This shit is not a joke but its on the flo Dam slow it down bro pace yoself You fucked up Lettin niggas make you hate yoself Put alot of work in i really made myself Them times doc couldn't doit i wud take myself Fucked up a couple times i forgave myself Now its back to the plan i almost strayed myself Kiss my momma everyday like i might not make it This detroit standin on yo front porch aint safe yeah My dawg workin on the road Real street nigga Major key this money control alt and delete niggas I kno wat time im on wat about you Niggas finished only ballin wen they up at truth Mack ave 31 rip dat boy fu I been big foe all this other shit is new Free 8 ball like who the fuck is you I been the hooklord I aint gotta prove it I been on tip and now im bout to lose it I been had it and now im finna use it Bool it new 1 bed i gotta pool it New bad bitch on my head i need a koofie She swear she need me bad like a loosie Im jus tryna get the pape like a loose leaf Im jus tryna get away naw truthfully You jus tryna ride a wave you goofy Poppin rosay back then yall knew me Seein how yall played yall hand that was foolish Feelin like these niggas givin up Imma give em sumthin Already turnt up the youngins up aint no rap cap Studio trappin i did dat on mack ave Unk snoop blew it down wit us you forgot that They had news cameras on the corner of my block yeah Police rollin down every day cuz its hot here Still look for doc everyday he jus not here All i got left is the park thats a start yeah I got my ppl til its over what they gotta know I took more and more loss than you would ever know I got secrets on my heart they wont ever show I heard some people talkin down like i wont neva blow Turnt myself down i coulda went federal Now im back hooklord im the general You thawt i was finished thats wrong White sticks purp tinted First ones No Cap You thought i was finished Thats wrong You thought i was finished Thats wrong

What was I Deepest dark abyss Black iron Heavy metal force of steel Insidious I brought the balance Soul stealer Descending that you feel [?] on my quest None [?] the power of a sword Those who remain shall know my name Foe Hammer Murderous Symmetry renewed Red vision Fill my [?] with hate Carnivorous Feeding flesh and blood Perpetual Now nothing combat What was I Deepest dark abyss Black iron Heavy metal force of steel Insidious I brought the balance Soul stealer Descending that you feel Bite my blade Taste my steel You will bite the blade Taste the steel Even more slain than fall Men shall fall Foe Hammer