Lyrics Eww - LUD FOE, Cago Leek

Eww

Kid Wond3r, you made this beat?
Damn
Gang, aye, bitch
Niggas ain’t on shit, you know how we rockin' nigga
YSN, Young Street Nigga, bitch
Straight gang shit, out west 290 shit, aye
I’m the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna rob the dope man
Bullets make you tap dance, xans make me slow dance
Did so many drills, broke the pin in my 4−5th
Blunt rollin', gun totin' niggas, we don’t throw hands
VIP, I walk inside the club, then I throw bands
She gave me a lap dance, but she ain’t use no hands
Caught an opp, we blew 'em down, but we ain’t use no fans
'74 Cutlass made him thought that I was an old man
Minivan, hot head, dread-head, Tarzan
Only ride new shit, Cago is a car head
Thick bitch, new shit, wettin' up my bed
Always a snitch nigga, tell 'em what I did
Why the fuck this bitch nigga act like he a hardhead?
Over flat, I ain’t tryin' to be around no Harley’s
Magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon
Red bitch, I don’t give no fucks if she was darkskin
We whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that
Wrist cling, ear cling, neck cling, all that
50 in this MAC, go bratt, he caught all that
Skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that
Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww
You say yous a trapper boy, you know you get your clone on
You can’t sell that dope, 'cause they know that shit stepped on
Murk in the club, bitch, your head gon' get stepped on
Bullets rip your chest, should’ve wore you a Teflon
Concrete soakin' up your blood like a tampon
Young nigga trappin' on that curb with my Mikes on
Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww
Bitch, when I get in that 'Cat, I’ma clap, where her walls at
Nigga, if you snitch, yous a rat, what we call that
I just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at?
All these niggas dissin' on the net, but where y’all at?
Boy, you out there trappin', I’ma put this TEC where your skull at
I fuck her from the back, never call back, call back
Teabag, made her lick my ballsack, where her halls at
Green beam on your bald cap, nigga, fall back
Please don’t say none crazy 'cause the police got my phone tapped
Better not get caught over, if fuckboy don’t use the wrong map
Your momma on the way over here to give me some of that grown back
Fuck her for an hour, you’d think Stella got her groove back
Aggravated battery on this Pyrex, bitch, I blue stacks
Ewwwww
got his shit 'cross the border, haha
Now how, hahahahahaha
Straight gang shit, nigga
Gang, gang