sheek louch
Yo, I don't give a fukk about pull out cockbacks
Spin a motherfukkers out, empty his chest
Leave your motherfukking whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh
Send nikkaz to the grave wit they face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
That nikka Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food
Tell the women in ya family to suck my dikk
No respect, fukk that I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in your trunk bytch take your pick
Stick a grenade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you
You say fukk Sheek Louch? well fukk you too
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
nikkaz don't learn till they're carasined out
Lighter to their face they'll spit gasoline out
You want me dead, I'm right here do it bytch
Make me bleed till I'm motherfukking fluidless
I ain't new at this and don't give a fukk about you
Sheek'll run up and smack the shyt out you
I live this shyt, it's never gonna stop
Open nikkaz face wit a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock
p*ssy motherfukkers don't want no beef
Trip nikkaz down to their platinum teeth
Chase you in the house with the all black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money
But I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block ([Styles P:] two guns up)
sheek >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>