Lud Foe – Suffer

Coulda shoulda woulda, but you didn’t
I ain’t been broke in a minute
Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts
Windows tinted they can’t see who in it
Thick bitch tattoo on her ass yea that be my name
Yea i think you’s a rat nigga, you hang with bustas
I pulled up im in a tesla the color mustard
Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers
You police you trynna cuff her im trynna fuck her
I fucked her and sold her a dream i think im Martin Luther
Won’t aim at yo body them caskets we close em
Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain’t got it all
I just bought my shooter rugers
Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think its easter day
Niggas sneak dissing and dont even know us
You might get a discount if you a customer
John wall bitch i shoot but i dont play no basketball
You in a turtle race i got a quicker pace im getting bigger cake
You say you bout it you gon have to show us
Talk shit imma get you changed for a piece of change
I hit the mall gucci, Louie, Fendi
I picked up my shell casings dump them bitches in the sewer
We Shot up the family reunion bitch we some party poopers
Back in the day i sold plenty
These bankrolls on me be so big i can’t fold em
Leave niggas with the shitty face i make em suffer
Run off with yo money like janky promoters
These pistols got bodies but we still gon tote em
Imma winner yous a loser fuck the teacher and a tutor
Its so many grams in these blunts i can’t roll em
They find you with yo ass out now you smelling like manure
You fucked up think you can fuck with me you got me fucked up like rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus
Sold dope from my granma house cause imma hustler
My car is my baby i roll like a stroller
I just buy it all
When i left the strip club i pulled out doing donuts
They ain’t sold dope in a minute
I ran out of coke, so that soap what i sold em
This bitch say she in love w me but i dont trust her
I put Forgiatos on a Bentley
The feds watch my stash house i gotta watch how I maneuver
We gang bang nigga rep yo set wtf you claim
And we pop your top like some strawberry soda
And we empty Glocks double back and reload em
You make me bring my mask out you think that i was freddie kreuger
Cause minimum wage wasn’t gon get it
Double G my Gucci shirt is linen
She calling me I blocked her number im tryna duck her
Fuck her send her in a uber
Got so many bricks on them boats i can’t float em
Walking lick silence on the stick you won’t hear a thing
Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should i eat today
Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol