Recuperate lyrics

[Intro]

Gang, ayy, ayy

Kid Wond3r, you made this beat too? Damn

No Hooks Part 2, bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

Out west 290 shit, YSN, young street nigga

Ayy, gang

Ayy, ayy

[Verse]

All my niggas gangbang, fuck the other side

Just bought a choppa, now I'm fiendin' for a homicide

Flyest nigga livin', I give bitches 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, bitch, you know I got my sacks up

Four MACs in this Q7, this a Mack truck

Big bitch 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 us

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 bitch back, nigga

I'm ballin' hard, you can have her back, I'm tossin' her, Randy Mossin' her

Bust a nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her

I can't cuff that bitch, no, I'm not a police officer

Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep 'em 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 you, I'ma shoot you, it's a lot of us

Should've wore a vest, .223 bullets chop you up

He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up

If you say you real, what the fuck you got to act for?

You ain't down to kill, what the fuck you got a strap for?

You ain't chasin' mils, what the fuck you servin' packs for?

I fucked her and her friend, made that bitch 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 bitch 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 ass 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 ass a face lift

If you ain't talkin' money, I don't want your conversation

I just wanna fuck you bitch, 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 tried stoppin' my trap from percolatin'

But meanwhile, I'm out of town, recuperatin'

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:#GetWellFoe (2017)