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Lud Foe "My Ambitions As A Rider" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Vocals
Kid Wond3r
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Beecham
Songwriter
Willie Akins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Wond3r
Producer
Lyrics
Gang, skrrt, skrrt, gang
You know I'm rocking ****
Boochie gang bitch
Get your guns up
Get your funds up
You on that opp shit get mop sticked
Aye, ride on 'em ****
We gon' ride
We gon' ride on 'em ****
We gon' slide on 'em ****
Bitch, bitch, gang
This my ambitions as a rider (Rider)
She wanna have my baby
She told me to cum inside (Cum inside)
That ho must be crazy
Strapped up like the Navy
This a chopper
This ain't no .380
I was born in the Nineties
But they thought
I was born in the Eighties
Bitch I got the down home blues
All this blue cheese
Can't fit in my jeans
I'm surrounded by killers and thieves
Your bitch on her knees
Now they ashy (They ashy)
A **** broke
He can't afford no feature
Then don't ask me
My ****, grimy
Tuck your chain
They fuck around and snatch it
Bitch we leave a dread head bald
Chopper bullets patch it
At your funeral
Can't see your face
Because the closed casket
And I'm leaving with the whole mall (Gang)
Like I just got my taxes
My new car give you the ugly face
Like you eat sour patches
We can't find his ass
He was hiding
So we took it out on his rapping
Bitch on fleek like the mannequin
Buying that cheap shit you tacky
That boy gon' fold
Get in that hole
I know he gon' panic
I hit your ass with
These big old .45 bullets
You bleeding
You can't breathe
Trigger squeeze
Automatic Forties
I wish a **** pull it
So I could show him
I'm not pussy
Chopper knock
A **** out cold
Named it Micheal Watson
Fight all my battles
Bitch don't think
I'm talking about no boxing
Sit back and watch me
'Cause you can't stop me
Bitch I'm the trending topic
She suck it sloppy
That bitch a fool
I love the way she top me
Feeling like Rocky
Beat up my trap
'Cause I need every profit
So what you need ****
Want paraphernalia
Come and cop it
Went to school with that rocket
I kept that bitch up in my pocket
I pistol whip the back of your head
Knock ya eye out the socket
I'll knock your ass
Out the picture ****
And I ain't have to crop it
Gang, you know we don't squash shit
So **** don't start shit
Get a brick of that soft
Get a QP of that hard shit
I'm tryna be cool
So I'm toting on this
Tec with the cooler kit
Like Taj Gibson
Me and my ****
Be on that bullshit
Roll off the hip
I up this bitch
And hand you a full clip
Who wanna race?
My car so fast
It might do a full flip
Got to get to these chips
Got my own cheese
Now I can double dip
I just drunk a fifth
But I'm probably gon' take another sip
Said she wanna see me
But I probably link with another bitch
I just robbed that ****
On my way to go hit another lick
He was sneak dissing
Pulled up with choppers
To confront the shit
**** yell out they real
But don't be on no one hundred shit
Aye pussy ****
Know we got them heaters
When we slide
Pussy ****
You gon' fuck around
Need Jesus on your side
We ran up in a **** house
And his old lady was inside
Only reason we ain't flame it up
Seen babies up inside
I lose my mind
When I pop pills
And I get crazy up inside
Thought he was a hot ****
'Til I put that laser on his ass
Left his ass in shock
Like I used my bitch taser on his ass
I get so high
Get on two-ninety and just ride
Don't lose your life
Over your pride
If you want war with me
Just go out of town
If you gon' hide
Look him in his eyes
That **** had cried
Before he died
You better go
And buy you a pistol
**** before you try
**** say they with you
But hesitate
When it's time to slide
Them **** get quiet
Make me mad
I bring out my mask
And get on your ass
This bitch fast
I'm hitting the gas
My engine in the ass
We beat your ass
Up in the club
Now we waiting outside
You got fo' 'em on your ass
Boy your ass
Better not come outside
Pockets swoll'
Shit can't even fold
My shit overload
Fucking hoes
Tell her try my throat
Tell her swing my door
Be my maid
Bitch come clean my house
Bitch come sweep the floor
Be my slave
He acting so brave
Bullets hit his chest
Leave a case
Selling so much yay
You would think
It was back in the day
Give me a six tray
Whip my wrist
Like it was a slave
You know I'm a dog
She a dog
I bought her a cage
She won't leave me alone
Stalk my phone
She watching my page
Most my **** gone
Can't come home
Cause they fighting the case
Book me for a show
Sent my check
I banked it with Chase
She told me she gay
Fucked her and her friend yesterday
But these bitches can't stay
Open the door
Send 'em away
You should be ashamed
You too old for subliminal games
Robbed so many ****
All I knew 'bout was hitting a stain
Fuck this twitter beef
Load up the pistols
And kill ya today
If he fuck with me
That's why he got killers
All in his face
You know that I sell dope
That **** broke on minimum wage
This bitch call me bae
That's the stupidest shit
She could say
Get in my lane
And get ranned over in my Chevrolet
26's, blue kisses
Forgiatos and candy paint
**** diss on the internet
But see me and turn they face
I just bought a new chopper
That's my babe
We on a date
These **** last
But I came in first place
Didn't even race
Gang, skrrt, skrrt, gang
You know I'm rocking ****
Get your guns up
Get your funds up
You on that opp shit
Get mop sticked bitch
Straight gang shit, ****
Hey slide in 'em
Ride in 'em
Slide in 'em
Ride in 'em
Written by: Willie James Akins Jr.
