Body Rock Sheek Louch (Ft. Dyce Payne & Raekwon)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Cool out, nigga, for younging pull that tool out, nigga
Bitches all that, it's nothing you can rule out, nigga
Fly shit, had to glo [?]
Bought a truck for I knew I could drive, I'm too alive
Nice guy, but you really can't tell by my size
Sell grams, while you lie in your raps about pies
My guys stay smoking, keep a bitch legs open
Beef, [?]
House to keep the dope in, duct tape withthe the shuvvle in the roap [?]
Gloves and lime juice with some soap [?]
These fuck niggas hoping that the case stay open
I'm with your bitch in a telly, looking down while she choking
You thought you tought her better, I'm from the quarter water era
OG shit, nigga, I don't carе if you together
Black radio, listening to thе 18th Letter
Soon as she see the god, I don't even gotta sweat her

[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
You ain't even know how I do it
I stay too fly
But remain Geed up
I ain't even gonna lie to ya
They don't make 'em gangsta anymore like us
'Cause they don't
They don't make them gangsta like us
'Cause they don't
They don't make them gangsta like us
They don't make them gangsta like us
They don't