Recuperate (恢复) - Lud Foe
Written by:Willie James Akins Jr.
Gang
Ayy ayy
No hooks part two b***h you know I'm rockin'nigga
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp shit get mop stick b***h
Out west 290 shit ysn young street nigga
Ayy gang
Ayy ayy
All my niggas g******g **** the other side
Just bought a choppa now I'm fiendin'for a homicide
Flyest nigga livin', I give b*****s butterflies
You a street nigga boy your ass don't even come outside
Get my street sweepers coroners come and pick my trash up
Made it rain in the club hoes pickin'cash up
Big body rims rub nigga this a fast truck
Brian urlacher b***h you know I got my sacks up
Four macs in this q7this a mack truck
Big b***h do a split drop it bring it back up
When we doin'shows all the hoes they attack us
Yeah we ball but you fouled out you shouldn't have hacked up
Tote a strap nigga so don't get clapped nigga
I ain't got time to box with you I don't wanna scrap with you
You was sleepin' on me well you shouldn't have took a nap nigga
I got you and I know you want your lick back nigga
I'm from out west we don't go to kickbacks nigga
My gun big but it don't got a kickback nigga
I rock designer everything missmatched nigga
She get lost with me I know you want your b***h back nigga
I'm ballin'hard you can have her back I'm tossin'her
Randy mossin'her
Bussa nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her
I can't cuff that b***h no I'm not a police officer
Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us
Gucci louis denim boy you still rockin'hollister
Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff
If my brother shoot ya I'ma shoot you it's a lot of us
Should've wore a vest 223bullets chop you up
He say he gettin'money but the numbers never add up
If you say you real what the **** you got to act for
You ain't down to kill what the **** you got a strap for
You ain't chasin'mils what the **** you serving packs for
I ****ed her and her friend made that b***h call for backup
You ain't heard about that last nigga that got clapped up
Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough
Addin'money to my stash house and let it stack up
I'm ridin'with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless
Rims blow your b***h a kiss you squarer than a deep dish
Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish
Hit your block then we double back that's a remix
I spray the k then I get ghost like I'm casper
Niggas broke but I ain't what I need a cast for
Don't be stupid boy you know what we get on your a**for
No face no case what you think I got my mask for
I heard niggas on that hate shit
These niggas broke gotta face it
I roll me up a swisher and I face it
My rims big made my car look like a spaceship
I just bought another draco with that k clip
I aim it at your nose give your a**a face lift
If you ain't talkin'money I don't want your conversation
I just wanna **** you b***h I don't want your relations
Stick to that g code you don't know your combination
Them choppa bullets stoppin'your blood from circulatin'
The feds tryin'stoppin'my trap from percolatin'
But meanwhile I'm out of town recuperatin'