Dud (feat. Kid Buu & 24hrs) - Q Swindle

Oohdem Beatz She gon' blow like the bass Ice on her face She gon' blow like the bass Choppa blow up the place Frozen soul, I'm so icy You one night me, shout out Lil Yachty Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Hundred thousand in my Visa Your nigga broke, he still drives a Kia Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Think I left my Visa in my Maserati I just crashed a Mazi Fuck around and cop another Mazi Don't try me, got choppers in my Mazi With my shooters, if they want it pull behind me I got clips all on my body I got tattoos on my body She surrendered her soul to the Majin Frozen soul, I'm so icy You one night me, shout out Lil Yachty Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Hundred thousand in my Visa Your nigga broke, he still drives a Kia Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Ran out of pages in my Visa You know Raf Simons my Adidas Your bitch, she a eater on my team, yuh In the dark, with no light my diamonds gleam, yuh With the plug, I'm out of gas, I need a refill Pussy want this smoke, revolvers spin like windmills All this water around my neck cost me a quarter mill Bitch it's frozen souls, so you know it's fuckin' fills Frozen soul, I'm so icy You one night me, shout out Lil Yachty Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Hundred thousand in my Visa Your nigga broke, he still drives a Kia Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Think I left my Visa in my Maserati Oohdem Beatz

Ain't no way in hell I can sit back I see these lil' niggas on the drip jack Forgiatto clique, we don't like you niggas Paparazzi here, taking lots of pictures Broke boy, broke boy, gotta try harder Diamonds on my chain, boy this real water I might blow your spot up like Osama In Leimert Park, I call Dom up Be careful where you at, that's a jack, boy Louis 13th with the pack, boy Niggas try to block me like a goalie I'm drivin' like I never heard of police Lately I been really into cooler shit Hit-Boy got the crib with the pool and shit I shouldn't have to break down the law Never tell them boys, what you saw Ooh, Jay 305, ooh, make room (skrt) I'm doin' a 100 damn Crenshaw, thank you Prada on the pedal, what that thang do? Westside money, come and pay dues! Fuck peace, mother fuck the police Last five years gettin' no sleep Bang, bang, I told you niggas I don't really fuck with you niggas Last time I checked y'all was dick ridin' What's wrong with you niggas? No, who raised you? Sons, I made you Headshots on headshots Had 'em spinnin' out like maple If they pull us over, put this in your bra No sir, you can't search my car I'm above the law Bitch, I don't talk to y'all Bitch I shouldn't have to break down the law Never tell 'em boys, what you saw Niggas tryna block me like a goalie I'm drivin' like I never heard of police