Sheek Louch Crazy Lyrics

[intro (talking)]
imma make the hits
yall book the shows

[Hook]
Aiyyo
Bling bling, whats 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 crazy, crazy

[Verse One]
Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window
Blaaaow, y'all muh'f___as know my style
Any n____ looking and I'm daffy ducking his a__
Beat upside down, straight bucking his a__
Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his a__
Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass
Yeeeeeah!, 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
Thats why my vocabulary sick
Use big words like, suck-my-d___
You dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats
I'm like Eddie Kane n____ from the Five Heart Beats
c__e thicker than ya muh'f___ing cream of wheats
Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets
And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
Without 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, nickle plate catch me pailing
Scoop big n____z, put 'em through half the sailing
Yeah! I dont care if I sell or not
The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
f___ mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love
Street s___, Sheek s___, bring life to tug
Ha ha, I'm like new, but I been here tho
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 n____z from ya block, what up!

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
I got big signs, f___ dog, beware the owner
Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna
Scratching my a__, hoping that the kids tresspass
One of 'em vietnam n____z, my stitch wit hair triggers
I'm hot like, bout to start breaking you up
I feel the earths a little baller n____z shaking me up
I'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
I get c__e before, I ever be outside wit a cup
And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it
May be 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 Hughes
Yellow Play Boy n____, stin Pepe Lepues
I dont just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off
Espionage and all that, like gombachev
Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow!