Side (Explicit)

SIDE (Explicit) - Lud Foe

Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.

Ni**a you a b**ch I can see it in ya eyes

You ain't shooting sh*t ni**a quit it with the lies

If we can't get to you we taking it out on ya guys

Security at the front door so we came through the side

Halo tips leave a ni**a head open wide

I just know why she get her mouth open wide

I got peanut butter on the inside grape jelly outside

Niggas wolf on the internet but they never outside

Know everytime we ride somebody gonna die

P* ssy ni**a if you had a fly swatter prolly wouldn't see a fly die

Hittin neiman markets I'm out shopping I can't help it I'm a fly guy

I hit the yolo with the backing soda watch it change colors tada

I hit the stew with the booth up

Leave the rap game with a black eye

I kill a ni**a in a taylor suit like james bond with the bow tie

If you want beef drop location we meet I don't fear no guy

Can't game gang bang on the keyboard in a street war when you gonna die

I'm through cruising in my whip bae

Wan't you let me f**k you in my mercedes

Yellow russian paint yeah my sh*t licorice

I'm laughing to the bank this money got me ticklish

I water whip a white b**ch I got wrist in it

I'm in a foreign windows tinted cot ya b**ch in it

I f**k this rap game like I got my d*ck in it

She a yellow thick b**ch I like how she switching it

These rap niggas too soft good a**ticking me off

B**ch I ball like the super bowl I'm kicking it off

Balmains filled with blue cheese

I got the blues new whip 22 tennis shoes

Why this x pill be m I a m

Why this red bone b**ch tryna be my bae

Kick her to the curve send that b**ch on her way

Get like foe nem on the curve ni**a you in my way

Gold cuban links cost a 100 k k k

I don't f**k with niggas like I'm with the k k k

Me and ye riding round with ak k k

I kill ya like I'm stuck in a doll from childs play

Ni**a want beef we can meet

Out here some where in the streets

I got double c on my feet

She hungry for my d*ck she can eat

Give a doggy b**ch a doggy a treat

She always begging you for leech

Hard boys running for police

I got shooters out west north south east

Like 2 pac I'm from the west side

High broke from the left side

Off set riding 24 I got 23 on the front tire

Hit ya b**ch from the backside

You told me that's the best side

Bad b**ch with some good brain

Good head till her neck tire

I'm shooting sh*t ncaa

Riding round with a 59

Blue tips in a new whip

In a old school like back in the day

Old school like back in the day