Suffer (Explicit)

Suffer (Explicit) - Lud Foe

Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.

I hit the mall gucci louie fendi

I just buy it all

Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain't got it all

Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol

John wall b**th I shoot but I don't play no basketball

Coulda shoulda woulda but you didn't

Double g my Gucci shirt is linen

I put forgiatos on a bentley

Windows tinted they can't see who in it

I ain't been broke in a minute

They ain't sold d**e in a minute

Back in the day I sold plenty

Cause minimum wage wasn't gong get it

We gang bang ni**a rep yo set wtf you claim

Thick b**th tattoo on her a** yea that be my name

Talk sh*t Imma get you changed for a piece of change

Walking lick silence on the stick you won't hear a thing

Sold d**e from my granma house cause Imma hustler

You might get a discount if you a customer

Yea I think you's a rat ni**a you hang with bustas

This b**th say she in love w me but I don't trust her

I pulled up I'm in a tesla the color mustard

You police you trynna cuff her I'm trynna f**k her

She calling me I blocked her number I'm tryna duck her

Leave niggas with the shitty face I make em suffer

Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers

You in a turtle race I got a quicker pace I'm getting bigger cake

Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should I eat today

Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think it's easter day

I just bought my shooter rugers

F**k her send her in a uber

Imma winner yous a loser f**k the teacher and a tutor

The feds watch my stash house I gotta watch how I maneuver

You make me bring my mask out you think that I was freddie kreuger

They find you with yo a** out now you smelling like manure

I picked up my shell casings dump them b**ches in the sewer

We shot up the family reunion b**th we some party poopers

I f**ked her and sold her a dream I think I'm martin luther

You f**ked up think you can f**k with me you got me f**ked up like

Rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus

When I left the strip club I pulled out doing donuts

Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts

Niggas sneak dissing and don't even know us

You say you bout it you gong have to show us

Run off with yo money like Janky promoters

My car is my baby I roll like a stroller

And we pop your top like some strawberry soda

These bankrolls on me be so big I can't fold em

And we empty glocks double back and reload em

I ran out of coke so that soap what I sold em

It's so many grams in these blunts I can't roll em

Got so many bricks on them boats I can't float em

These pistols got bodies but we still gong tote em

Won't aim at yo body them caskets we close em