Crazzy

Sheek Louch

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I'ma make the hits, y'all book the showsAiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back 
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at? 
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzyAiyyo, who's that looking through my window 
Blow, y'all motherfuckers know my style 
Any nigga looking and I'm Daffy Ducking his ass 
Beat upside down, straight bucking his assLouie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass 
Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass 
Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC 
Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC 
I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper 
That's why my vocabulary sick 
Use big words like, suck-my-dick 
You don't wanna play Louch without entering cheatsI'm like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart Beats 
Coke thicker than ya motherfucking cream of wheats 
Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets 
And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleatsAiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back 
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at? 
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzyWithout baking soda, still keep the arm and hammer 
D block flag waving on the rangest tanner 
In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana 
Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana 
Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing 
Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like Jalen 
No bull, nickel plate catch me pailing 
Scoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailingYeah, I don't care if I sell or not 
The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove 
Fuck mainstream, keep me wit gangsta love 
Street shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tugHa ha, I'm like new but I been here though 
Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show 
Book it, let the hood in and let me rock 
Bring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what upAiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back 
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at? 
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzyI got [unverified] signs, fuck dog, beware the owner 
Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Corona 
Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids trespass 
One of 'em Vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggersI'm hot like, 'bout to start breaking you up 
I feel the earth's a little baller, niggaz shaking me up 
I'm 'bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up 
I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cupAnd yo what, that's right, the God sick wit it 
Maybe before but right now the kid Louch forget it 
I'm the best out right now, spread the news 
I could write a book, Louch the new Langston HughesYellow Playboy nigga, stin Pepe Lepues 
I don't just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off 
Espionage and all that, like [unverified] 
Hit the block and make the O's go off, ow

Crazzy - Sheek Louch Lyrics

I'ma make the hits, y'all book the showsAiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzyAiyyo, who's that looking through my window
Blow, y'all motherfuckers know my style
Any nigga looking and I'm Daffy Ducking his ass
Beat upside down, straight bucking his assLouie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass
Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass
Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC
Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC
I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
That's why my vocabulary sick
Use big words like, suck-my-dick
You don't wanna play Louch without entering cheatsI'm like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart Beats
Coke thicker than ya motherfucking cream of wheats
Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets
And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleatsAiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzyWithout baking soda, still keep the arm and hammer
D block flag waving on the rangest tanner
In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana
Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana
Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing
Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like Jalen
No bull, nickel plate catch me pailing
Scoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailingYeah, I don't care if I sell or not
The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
Fuck mainstream, keep me wit gangsta love
Street shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tugHa ha, I'm like new but I been here though
Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show
Book it, let the hood in and let me rock
Bring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what upAiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzyI got [unverified] signs, fuck dog, beware the owner
Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Corona
Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids trespass
One of 'em Vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggersI'm hot like, 'bout to start breaking you up
I feel the earth's a little baller, niggaz shaking me up
I'm 'bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cupAnd yo what, that's right, the God sick wit it
Maybe before but right now the kid Louch forget it
I'm the best out right now, spread the news
I could write a book, Louch the new Langston HughesYellow Playboy nigga, stin Pepe Lepues
I don't just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off
Espionage and all that, like [unverified]
Hit the block and make the O's go off, ow

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