Wired (Explicit)

Wired (Explicit) - Lud Foe

Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.

F**k these hoes all these b**ches stale

Boy you broke as hell

Go to jail you can't make your bail

So you will probably tell

Pop a flat now I'm high as hell

I feel like ezel

War time better not come outside

I shoot packs of steel

Hardbody only been a month

I'm already healed

How you feel jewelry cold as hell

But I ain't got no chill

I'm so high I don't wanna sign with no record deal

I'm so high I ain't coming down I don't like how it feel

You broke a** niggas make me sick throw up

You broke then you need fix it get your dough up

Got knots that don't fold up for sh*t b**th

B**th I'm hotter than some lava but I'm cold as it gets

Don't worry bout me ni**a worry bout your b**th

She was staring at my whip my rims blew her a kiss

I'm jordan michael with this sniper rifle

I just won't miss

Don't know the time these vvs's hitting check out my wrist

A lot of f**king junkies in the traphouse

Don't gamble with your life cuz you'll crap out

Tell foenem bring the mac out

If you run they blow ya back out

I f**ked her from the back

And f**ked around and pulled her track out

I'm in the old school dunk I should name it jerry stackhouse

Big bank lil bank he couldn't even pull a stack out

And b**th if I was the president I'll turn it into a black house

My clip longer than a movie if you niggas wanna act out

I wake up in the morning its a pass out

B**th I'm trailling sand up in my castle

Ni**a I don't box and I don't wrestle

Up my 40 cal and make it smack you

B**ches let me f**k em with no hassle

We throw bullets but these bullets tackle

I drowned that b**th with crystal

Told her gargle

She couldn't take it so she spit it out and lost her marbles

You won't make it in this battlefield

You's a tattle tale

Take my b**th and dress her in chanel now she fly as hell

Ni**a we got pounds we got bales and this sh*t for sale

Bagging d**e still got residue in my f**king nail

Weight it up put it on that thang

I done broke the scale

Foreign trucks sitting on them thangs

Sitting high as hell

Heard the breath under my hood

I done broke the wheel

Get my roll on that's a big tymer of a pill

When I was a shorty yeah they called me lil wheel

B**th I always knew I was gonna ball like little bill

I went blind I couldn't tell the time

But my diamonds real

Red b**th she got sex appeal red bottom heels