(Intro – Lud Foe & Lil Durk)
Squad!
Cop out
These ni**as stay talking like they in this sh*t man
Ay, ay
Ya dig?
In the streets, in the skreets yeah
Gang!
Gang
Lud Foe what up!
(Chorus – Lud Foe)
Just me give a reason to get to squeezing
So they get the word out that pu**y be squeaking
She said she in love with me but I don’t trust her
In the stu I be spitting rhymes, Busta
This ni**a say he want beef, was like hol up
And he say in the streets but he really in the skreets
If you looking for the gang, you know where to find us
It’s a whole bunch of money and guns behind us
(Verse 1 – Lud Foe)
If he want a feature gotta…more fortune than me
Shoot a 3 bi**h I’m balling like Detroit in me
Like a Alcoholic bi**h I keep a .40 with me
And dissing me cause he broke he a shawty to me
4 bulldogs bread like O’Dog, slipping on him make that ni**a sorry that he dozed off
I get a redbone and make her take her clothes off
Police pull me over just to see why my doors off
And you get Animosity when ni**as murdering s**t
Bi**hes say they love me but I ain’t with the purchasing s**t
I pull up on yo block shoot a ni**a, f**k who I hit
And I’ma trapstar so I keep brick on my wrist
My ni**as in the pen they doing 10 for this s**t
When my uncle died I swear I almost lost my merit in this s**t
Like I’m on a…had to stay grinding and s**t
I add to the safe now I’m multiplying this s**t
(Chorus – Lud Foe)
Just me give a reason to get to squeezing
So they get the word out that pu**y be squeaking
She said she in love with me but I don’t trust her
In the stu I be spitting rhymes, Busta
This ni**a say he want beef, was like hol up
And he say in the streets but he really in the skreets
If you looking for the gang, you know where to find us
It’s a whole bunch of money and guns behind us
(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
Andale mama and I’ll eat ya
Trapping out the building serving junkies in the Nissan
Big homie a bi**h on bailing banks he a peon
Flying private jets on the gang I’ma kill y’all
Me young Durk, I got the city I’ma swag on em
I took yo s**t yo a$$ a bi**h and I’ma brag on it
I can f**k yo bi**h and I’ma switch cause I put 9 on it
I took the case I told them ni**as but they lied on it
Gang gang gang!
I just told that bi**h I don’t eat groceries
Hit my jeweler I need diamonds in my rosary
L’s a shell no more L’s that’s how it’s posed to be
I got killas from the cell that was coaching me
In the club yeah selling that couch for Min yong need a plug yeah
Cause he might vouch for me and I keep my gun here
Cause ni**as out for me gotta watch these rappers cause these ni**as want some clout from me
(Chorus – Lud Foe)
Just me give a reason to get to squeezing
So they get the word out that pu**y be squeaking
She said she in love with me but I don’t trust her
In the stu I be spitting rhymes, Busta
This ni**a say he want beef, was like hol up
And he say in the streets but he really in the skreets
If you looking for the gang, you know where to find us
It’s a whole bunch of money and guns behind us
Gang!
