Sheek Louch In-Out (S.P.) Lyrics
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that s___ a hit, that s___ sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my n____
d___ I missed my n____ call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
Styles: Pick up ya g______ phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
(Sheek Louch)
You get smacked with the hammer n____ play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
(Styles P)
n____ I'll hawk your a__, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
(SL)
I don't know nobody f___in wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus
(SP)
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
(SL)
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather s___s, you the Michael Jackson glove
(SP)
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
(SL)
We don't reminisce b____ a__, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
(SP)
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
(Chorus x2)
Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to f___ up your seats
Rock that s___, every corner, knock that s___
n____z try to front on us, c___ that s___
(SL)
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
(SP)
And n____ I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat c___, and my blunt lit
(SL)
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek n____, dare you to speak
(SP)
s___ I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a n____ a hug and say they stab anyone
(SL)
You ain't never seen a n____ jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red s___ hangin from his waist
(SP)
n____ I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
(SL)
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
(SP)
b____ this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
(Chorus)
(SL)
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a n____ with no hands
(SP)
A lot of n____z screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the n____z asleep
(SL)
I'll punch a n____z nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you b____ a__ n____
(SP)
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a f___in neck tie
(SL)
We turn b____ n____z skin maroon
Pump turn n____z voices like they hit a helium balloon
(SP)
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall f__got n____z die according to Styles
(SL)
What n____ you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody f___in wit Louch and P
(SP)
Yeah n____ that's what's up
D-Block til the death m_________er so our gats is up
(Chorus)
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