[Verse 1] Yeah! I know how to do this, daddy I done made more trips south than Luda's caddy I done been on the block, bust off the glock and dealt with more beef than a fucking patty Sheek ain't fuckin' wit' y'all, want nothing with y'all you ain't gon' rat on me, before that a whole clip will be left of ease body left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee (can't you see?) I'm a mothafuckin thug, you would think I'm on every drug But I aint, just 'gnac and an occasional (?); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES nigga My crate out in the front wit a deuce deuce a Newport and half of my weight out When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah!
[Hook] Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease How many guns? Just a few, we can do it in broad day to see the kind of work I do Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease How many guns? Just a few,I'm quick on the trigga, I'm Sheek Louch the Guerilla, nigga
[Verse 2] Woo! There's so much tension Sheek let it off in broad day and I ain't squinchin' Gat to my face and I ain't flinchin' Somebody stayin' there like detention And you ain't gotta like me, homie But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoself That way everything you think can stay in yo brain Nose in the 'caine, but that's yo biz If it's my work to be sniffin up, then next week it's gon' be six niggaz pickin up yo bitch-ass body No chest under your suit, that ain't cute Loud-mouth niggaz ain't the mute (yeah) I'm the reason for locks on the door I'm the reason why Coast Guards is on the shore Open up, made Poppi have to lower his (?) Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!)
[Verse 3] I throw spinners on the 18-wheeler And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the D-Block trailer Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Sheek be on some shit like flies in a bee My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads Money dirty so I need to do a laundry load I don't blow up I make the whole town explode Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code Sheek gets off the clutch Doin Donuts in the street, I make smoke screens without a Dutch They gon' need a gas mask for you Baby boy, I go hard I break bones like Jackass dudes How many guns? Just a few, but you never know what you gon' get till the shell come through Blood, sweat, and tears 'Gnac and some beers You ain't heard no shit like this in years