Sheek Louch - Freestyle #5 lyrics

{*bang, bang*} [Sheek Louch] Yeah, Poobs whattup n***a? Sheek Louch, new album comin son, _After Taxes_ {*tires squealing*} f**ed up Aiyyo, f** that n***a, send him to the funeral home Let a couple of them hot things sit in his dome Let his family stand over him singin a poem When I pull out and I bust my chrome Girl or boy, I put it your neck like Troy And I don't let bums beat me, I'm not like Roy I'm a cut somethin off of your b**h-a** Nice and easy, I'mma get the beef over quick fast You muh'f**in right, it's goin down tonight And I'm stressed, yo Poobs let me get the vest Graveyard, I ain't workin with a lot of rest Just crack addicts and mathematics And I don't mean science or One World Alliance Sheek use the iron like a household appliance I'm the hardest n***a, I don't need a major I can go indie like The Artist n***a And get paper out the a** Throw the deal in the bag and drive the red GT out the gla** Hood all smashed, diesel and hash Itchy trigger finger, I'm startin to get a rash Y'all can f** off, or bust that off Your little-a** guns 'bout as loud as a cough Sheek Louch spit for them n***as up North Shank wavin, misbehavin Two treys blowin powder for the sh** they blazin Two AK's 'n, one revolver I've been workin at hustlin as long as your father Y'all lil' n***as don't even bother You ain't got no juice; you like a cell phone without the charger I don't come half-a**ed I come home with a big bag of j**elry, other half cash Mean whiplash, plenty of horses f** it if I crash, I take my losses Sheek Louch n***a, accounts got bigger But I ain't gon' retire, no disrespect Jigga I'mma keep flowin 'til there's no more dough Or I'm sick in the bed and my voicebox go Motherf**er! YEAH! {Whatdja do that for?}