[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Jump out the Rover, nigga
Hoodie on, back to carrying them things
Summer’s over nigga
I clapped my shit
Just copped a GT, album about to drop
I’m about to wrap my shit
They gon' see me way upstate
Sheek Louch: After Taxes
G-Unot on the plate
The crack is beige, the wine is aged
The yak is strong, the barrel is long
Sheek show these little niggas ass like thongs
I ain’t spit that shit to get this whip
Your advance, I made that with just this trip
Next trip I’m saving my dough
I already know the hip-hop police sit and study my flow
So I throw them off, play the golf course
Disappear like ants
Yellow four wit the Polo plaid pants
And ever since New Orleans
I’ve been coming through Queens
Copping weed and crazy blunts
Word is, Curtis Ratson, they ain’t seen you once
Diamond up, back with Bad Boy reminiscing
Me and Big both Bacardi Lime it up
They say I’m too sick for the new school
I can’t attend classes, so I just build up the masses
Red Monkey Jeans, Belushi glasses
Me just sitting there, cause some crashes
Sheek a rare breed
They don’t understand what I’m doing there
With some sunflower seeds
10-10'ing, army coat no linen
Doo rag, but not from my head, the beat’s spinning
They say I'm what the street’s been missing
Dropped "Walk Wit Me", but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th, I’m coming back like the wrath?
Bitch niggas ya’ll ain’t safe
LETS GO!
Jump out the Rover, nigga
Hoodie on, back to carrying them things
Summer’s over nigga
I clapped my shit
Just copped a GT, album about to drop
I’m about to wrap my shit
They gon' see me way upstate
Sheek Louch: After Taxes
G-Unot on the plate
The crack is beige, the wine is aged
The yak is strong, the barrel is long
Sheek show these little niggas ass like thongs
I ain’t spit that shit to get this whip
Your advance, I made that with just this trip
Next trip I’m saving my dough
I already know the hip-hop police sit and study my flow
So I throw them off, play the golf course
Disappear like ants
Yellow four wit the Polo plaid pants
And ever since New Orleans
I’ve been coming through Queens
Copping weed and crazy blunts
Word is, Curtis Ratson, they ain’t seen you once
Diamond up, back with Bad Boy reminiscing
Me and Big both Bacardi Lime it up
They say I’m too sick for the new school
I can’t attend classes, so I just build up the masses
Red Monkey Jeans, Belushi glasses
Me just sitting there, cause some crashes
Sheek a rare breed
They don’t understand what I’m doing there
With some sunflower seeds
10-10'ing, army coat no linen
Doo rag, but not from my head, the beat’s spinning
They say I'm what the street’s been missing
Dropped "Walk Wit Me", but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th, I’m coming back like the wrath?
Bitch niggas ya’ll ain’t safe
LETS GO!
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