Sheek Louch - f** You lyrics

sh** Feel this [Hook #1] If you hoped we wouldn't make it, f** you (f** you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, f** you (f** you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, f** you (f** you) Only my man blood is sacred, co*ks**er, f** you [Repeat 2X's] [Jadakiss] Yo, everybody's a snake That's why I try to keep the gra** cut So I can see 'em when they coming Then I heat they a** up Cuz' them n***as that you went to school with Will catch you while you in your new whip And turn your brains into Cool Whip n***as that you running round getting a** with Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much And how I'm such a young n***a that seem to know so much While you was running round pumping for n***as I was listening And you still pumping for n***as I'm coming through visiting You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is h*mos Funny style n***as never down with me Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a code And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes f** y'all [Styles] All I do is get high, and think of fading you all Motherf**ers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord I'd rather die today than live tomorrow Then watch you crab motherf**ers just steal and borrow Put in my work, you might get put in a church Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissin me off Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss You can die cause this sh** might happen to me But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3 f** with b**hes that be wrappin the keys And the n***as that bug over drug money, clappin the D Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees 1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna I understand, f** it dog, die in the can I say you p**y, you won't die for your right-hand man As well as your left, n***as trade felon for d**h They touch you, only thing I can say is f** you [Sheek Louch] A-yo, y'all n***as ain't hardcore, all my n***as is homicide What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by Putting a M*A*S*H on n***as like Klinger and Horgi So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your sh** is gushy Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you p**y f** with Sheek, Ouija board spell "d**h" You can talk that beef sh**, I hope that deep sh** Be as deep as you inside the f**ing cement Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear I'll drown you with your snorkel on, b**h, breathe out of there Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, sh** Play in this sh** make a angel with it And I don't give a f** about that 380 that y'all share Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot The hand I write with need a oven glove, my sh** so hot I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post f** a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block You got a gut feeling about sh**, n***a, that means you shot, what [Hook #1] If you hoped we wouldn't make it, f** you Talk with a heart full of hatred, f** you And you said we wouldn't cake it, f** you Only my man's blood is sacred, co*ks**er, f** you [Hook #2] I'll tell you in your face, f** you Pull it off my waist, hit you up, f** you And watch you die on the street, f** you Whoever feel sad at the funeral, f** them too