Usin' It (Explicit)

Usin It (Explicit) - Lud Foe

Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.

Gang

Out west 290 sh*t b**th you know how I'm rocking ni**a get

Yo guns up get yo funds up you on that op sh*t

You get mop sticked b**th

No hooks part 2

Gang

I gave this lil hoe my number now she can't stop usin' it

I just bought a new chopper now I can't stop usin' it

Made in Italy my shoes got 2 gs on em

Cop a foreign than I threw some d's on em

I'm a dog on every beat I leave fleas on em

See my pistol like a lemon boy don't make me squeeze on ya

And b**th if you ain't no stripper I ain't throwing cheese on you

I'm so cold I might leave you froze if I sneeze on you

If you do blow then bring me yo nose

Out here selling blow

Ran out of baggage so I told my hoes to go to the store

Chopper left him with a bald head but he had a fro

They wanted smoke now they all dead

Go look at the score

The hottest ni**a in it ain't I

Baby I'm a big dog but I ain't a k9

You dropping names to the feds boy you better not say non'

Get 200 for the time b**th can't let her waste mine

The cops tried to get it back at me

Tough luck damned if they pull me over with this sh*t in my trunk

Fast whip with the pink slip b**th this my sh*t

I'm riding in it with a full clip of this hot sh*t

Ridin 26's on the road to riches b**ches blow me kisses

Tried to tell em but they didn't listen now they reminiscin'

Cause they dissing I bought ammunition for the opposition

You ain't got no vision and you confused with no intuition

This b**th so thick she can't even fit her thong

I can't consider pistol cause the clip is too long

She can't inhale her smoke cause the reefa too strong

I know I was gon' make it won't be broke for too long

B**th I got my shoes I rock christian luves when I walk

Money in my room I don't got no room in the vault

If you make the news f**kin' with my dudes that's your fault

Tried to run he fell should've tied his shoes before he walked

I gave that b**th my number

Even though I knew she would stalk

He say he the truth even when I knew he was false

Actin like he hard even though I knew he was soft

I was selling hard I know what to do with the soft

B**th I'm living large like I'm big pun in this b**th

Like some M******e leave a ni**a numb in this b**th

Big booty b**th I might put my thumb in her sh*t

Switched ruger clips and I put a drum on that b**th

B**th I'm tryna put my paws on a bag like I'm santa clause

Get all in her jaws kick her out and forget to call

Ni**a I'm a bear you a dog got a different claw

Ni**a you ain't seen what I saw boy my vision raw

Ridin 4 deep with that heat no drive out

We walk up leave a ni**a block chalked up

You kill one of mine we get our lick back we need to sober up

I put my drop top in a paint shop it need a close up

This b**th looking at me like wine she fine as hell

She wanna f**k my watch well only time will tell

You broke as hell in that cell you can't make your bail

We got pounds we got bails and they all for sale

Sixes on my cutlass got me sittin' tall as hell

A ni**a press my buttons then you know we raising hell

You wanna have my baby hoe you must be crazy as hell

Get up and get some money boy yo' a** lazy as hell

Ran up a quarter mill and I ain't even got no deal

I rode with the steel and I don't even need no pill

You acting like you drill you ain't even in no field

Even though I'm grown still riding on big wheels

Skrt gang gaaaang gang hhahahah b**th skrt skrt