Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give It Up, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 05.12.2017
Song language: English
Give It Up |
| Ayy, bitch |
| Outwest 290 Shit nigga |
| You know how im rocking nigga |
| Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up |
| You on that opp shit, Get mop stick Bitch |
| No Hooks, ayy |
| 4CH Solid Gang, catch a body gang |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I dropped out of school, started selling dog food |
| Kept the biggest pistol even though I was a small dude |
| I’ll get your block hot |
| 50 Shots out this AK |
| You diss on my name, you get smoked on the same day |
| We do a hit, we hit your block the same way |
| You niggas broke, tell me how y’all wanna gang bang |
| Ridin' 'round with two baby ninas |
| I feel like Max Payne |
| Serving Caine, baby, I’m trapping |
| I’m selling everything |
| I gotta watch my back |
| I know these niggas out to get me |
| So I bought a mac |
| You better know i got it with me |
| Bag on ya head, on ya head |
| It’s a meal ticket |
| Stuntin' on these niggas |
| They don’t like it gotta deal with it |
| He pillow talked the bitch |
| You know she still let me hit it |
| Pistol to the party |
| Security let me in with it |
| I pop lock the Glock, bitch, I’m Huey |
| With this F&N |
| I cruise up the block while I’m listening to «Many Men» |
| If you a opp, we gon' put this hot shit on you |
| I got thirty shots, make me put this mop stick on you |
| Laser beam, nake you think chicken pox was on you |
| You get robbed, now we going in them pockets on you |
| He a plug but he snitching |
| He put sockets on you |
| I love fucking thick bitches |
| I fuck skinny bitches too |
| Love riding 26's, ride 24's too |
| Homicide would you take a life? |
| Would you really shoot? |
| You on some tough shit, We on some young shit |
| Let us through |
| 100 niggas jump you |
| That’s 200 feet stomping you |
| Treat a nigga like he Ricky, make me put this pump to you |
| Went from recording out the closet room |
| And using Fruity Loops |
| Me and Kid Wonder Bishop |
| Always had the juice |
| Let this TEC loose |
| All over your head like mousse |
| I got my Colt .45 catch you on some drunk shit |
| I collect checks from these hoes |
| On my Don Juan Shit |
| Got that check, fucked it off like it really wasn’t shit |
| A lot of niggas run they mouth |
| They don’t really run shit |
| You ain’t did what I did |
| Bitch you never done shit |
| I’m smoking goat piss |
| That shit that have me high in one hit |
| You wanna rap beef, and tell fairy tales about me |
| Real street nigga, I got all the killers round me |
| Fake ass nigga, how could you be real around me |
| And if I’m hungry, bitch, you better not eat a meal around me |
| Hard shells hit your Soft Shells, now you ground beef |
| Flipping work, It do cartwheels when its round me |
| She can’t swim |
| She gon' fuck around and drown 'round me |
| I’m the center niggas can’t get a rebound round me |
| A lot of pussy niggas tryna' smile when I come around |
| But they smiles turn upside down when I’m not around |
| Cruising tough behind the tints |
| Loaded pistol in my reach |
| Better hustle like your broke |
| If you don’t, you a leech |
| Put some muscle in your grind, down the line you’ll see |
| I was young, always kept a beeper on the side of me |
| Leaving school every second, just to go and serve a P |
| I had good grades, 'cause I used to sell my teacher weed |
| Put the Dre Beats on, then I hit the studio |
| Spitting straight dope |
| I put fentanyl on the flow |
| Fuck her once then get ghost |
| Go AWOL on a ho |
| Heavy traffic, so I put some Berkeley bars on the door |
| .22 Glock loaded up with twenty-two shots |
| For this knot |
| Bitch, I scrapped up every angle in the pot |
| All these rap niggas actors |
| Always claiming shit they not |
| Picked my boogers |
| So my bankroll covered up with snot |
| She ain’t love me, But She love me now |
| 'Cause I’m getting guap |
| Since in getting funds |
| Hoes say zi’m acting funny now |
| All my niggas rob, boy, you better not pull your money out |
| Reached in and hat them thought I was gon' pull the bunny out |
| It’s a hot car |
| Only drive it when its sunny out |
| They was laughing at me |
| I don’t think they think its funny now |
| Black and yellow bumble bee |
| I parked it at my honey house |
| Bitch I’m from Chicago, I be all across the country now |
| Sleeping on a pallet when I lived in granny house |
| I had ambition and tuition to make it out |
| It was rough for me |
| Other rappers took the safer route |
| Being hardheaded really made me wanna listen now |
| Thinking 'bout the shit I could’ve had but I was missing out |
| Old heads lay some knowledge on you, if you hear it out |
| Say the game should be sold |
| But to me they give it out |
| Call my plug for the birds, he gon' bring the pigeons out |
| Used to have a girlfriend |
| I fuck plenty women now |
| I’m not a minute man |
| I won’t give a ho a minute now |
| At my trap house, dope fiends running in and out |