Crazzy Lyrics - Singles - Sheek Louch

I'ma make the hits, y'all book the shows 

Aiyyo, 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, crazzy 

Aiyyo, 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 ass 

Louie 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 

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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 cheats 

I'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 cleats 

Aiyyo, 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, crazzy 

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 

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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 sailing 

Yeah, 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 tug 

Ha 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 up 

Aiyyo, 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, crazzy 

I 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 triggers 

I'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 cup 

And 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 Hughes 

Yellow 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