Where My Scale (Explicit) Lyrics
Where My Scale (Explicit) - Lud Foe
Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.
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Gang ayy
No hooks part two b**th you know I'm rockin' ni**a
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t get mop stick b**th
YSN young street ni**a
Tell that b**th where my scale at
B**th I talk that coc*ine sh*t cause I sell that
Try and rob me and you make sure you gong fail that
Hit you with this chopper clamp yo a** like a bear trap
Hold on we gong rob you for your pounds we need that
How yo plug calling crying talking bout get my w**d back
How yo b**th calling crying talking bout get my weave back
I f**k her from the back pull out her tracks and delete that
If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at
Like a perm put this hot heat where yo head at
In your house where you sleeping where yo bed at
You wanna bet he can f**k with me where your bread at
D**e runna b**th I drop off packs like I'm fedex
I caressed her throat ya yo b**th gave me head sex
Catch you out in traffic aim this heat at yo head rest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil chest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil vest
The ambulance come Ima leave they a** a big mess
I hit the mall and I f**k it up b**th I'm too fresh
I can't show no love to these hoes cause they suspect
Ridin' round looking for some opps we could bust at
He said that's his b**th I didn't know I been f**ked that
I send her on her way transportation she get bus pass
I got a new glock new opp new mac
Are you a cool guy put some hot bullets in yo cool a**
Runnin' out of hiding spots Imma need a new stash aye
You could find me where the freaks at
You could find me in that trap selling blue bags
You could always find me where the streets at
You say you want beef we gong make him eat that
You know Imma dog on a b**th where yo leash at
In miami ridin' ferrari you could find me where the heats at
When it's war time you get toe tagged homicide
Streets got me traumatized doors up butterflys
Boy you ain't no mothaf**king killa mothaf**king killa
Boy you ain't no mothaf**king hitta you a b**th
I remember selling to the d**e feens now they yelling I'm that ni**a
You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla
Hit yo block then we play monkey in the middle
B**th
B**th
B**th
Gang
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No hooks part 2 b**th you know how I'm rocking ni**a
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t get mop stick b**th
Aye aye aye