Sheek Louch - What What (feat. Bully) lyrics

[Sheek Louch] Yeah, it's a new beginning But e'rything's still the same [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you love it in the hood my n***as then say - WHAT WHAT! If you like gettin money my n***as then say - WHAT WHAT! If you runnin from them boys my n***as then say - WHAT WHAT! But your guns is out, cause you gon' have to catch me! [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo Grease let's go daddy! I got my back all in it, D-Block inside Got my Mac all in it, I ain't leave it in the ride See my face whup a n***a, no bob and no shower Just heavy pushin n***a, mad weed and liquor We don't hide from you homey (nah) we just get up and we go One cigarette, orange juice, one bu*ter roll E'rybody know my name (Sheek Louch!) b**hes on my dick Police loopin back around cause they think they slick Cause I got heavy ammunition, three birds on the seat But I'm just goin here to there, I ain't tryin to draw heat Cause I got somethin on my waist (uh-huh) somethin under the hood Motherf**er I'm good for a high speed chase (tell 'em!) [Chorus] [Bully] Okay - you know the name n***a - Bully, b*tch! I'm a money go-getter, you a light dough spender I'm Barry Bonds of rap you ice cold n***a County on my a**, feds and the task Caprice, doin a hundred but only 80 on the dash (damn!) Pounds in the trunk, burner and a brick Too $hort b**hes, on my Oakland sh** I got love in the hood, for my thugs in the hood Got my bottom b**h with me she got the snub in the hood n***as talk reckless; I tell 'em "Boy listen here You gon' need more than magic to make me disappear" System in the Caprice, soundin all crystal clear Knockin (Silverback) (GORILLA!) Frontin like we switchin gears [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Black tops, red tops, clear backs, E pills Ranges, Coupe DeVilles, comin through on big wheels Hat low, my n***as rowdy as they wanna be (D-Block!) Bluntly, stupid b**h, get from in front of me Sheek Louch homey, now I got a street buzz Song's hot, just like when "Everyday I'm Hustlin" was Down South heavy but New York is where I rest at White tee, hover muh'f**ers wear a vest at Late night, pop the trunk, party over here hoe Drink up, smoke some'n, that's what it's there fo' Hood love, love that, love money, love rap Love fiends who love crack, dope boy and all that! [Chorus] [Outro] Hahahaha, ahhh...