So What (”Young, Wild, and Free” Freestyle) Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
So what we pack guns? Put hash in our weed
So what we sell drugs? We got kids to feed
We hustle all night
Fuck hoes and get right
And you know we love to fight

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Dutch rolled; smokin' my reefer
Drinkin' my 'yac; had to borrow this from Snoop and Khalifa
I'm feelin' like today is Easter; I'm so fresh
Ten in the game; still considered the best
"Anything for my son" across my chest
Lovin' the streets, so I ain't that pressed to put on a vest
Watchin' Wade, everybody think that they winnin'
Season started later, press me, do it from the beginnin'
Still Kobe; whips European, Ginobli
We smoke weed like it's a bogey; I'm so high
Drink, pop a Vicodin, and Donnie ready to fly
O-T trunk full of Lady Gaga
I clap at these niggas for Kiss; I be a blood donor for P
If he ask me, I'd cut off my wrist, and let it drip into his I.V
It's all real; Donnie G dot, dot, millionaire
They ask me, "is the feeling gone?"
Push button, bitch; ask me where the ceiling gone
Winter time; heat blowin' with my ice showin'
Ayo Styles, do me a favor (what?), keep flowin (ok)