I Get It In Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Now I don't leave the house without my shotty
It ain't that I'm tryna hurt nobody
But niggas wanna act like they won't get smacked up
I put it to they chest, and I leave them clapped up
My nina hold ten, it hold ten
[?] I get it in
I get it in
My record [?] spin
Fucking [?] gon' win

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Four four [?] shiney as fuck, yo
I like the rubber grip, cause it hurt when the gun blow
Black mask on, outside of your condo
I used to move the rock, and dish it off like Rondo
[?] on the block, always yelling 'bout [?]
I scate on these niggas, like I'm out in Toronto
Black [?] challenger and it sit low
I told you I'm the motherfucking man from the get go
I know a lotta things, and I know what I don't know
Po po, niggas be rapping all so so
Singing on thеse records, like K-Ci and JoJo
Skinny jеan wearing niggas, shopping at so ho
No go, you make me go [?]
These lil niggas out here, sweeter than coco
Depression, recession, got a nigga with no dough
Been all around the world, ho, I told you I'm global
I can't walk around without them taking my photo
I move on these niggas, like I'm sparring with [?]
Big dawg, you just a lil pup like Todoe
Stop lying nigga, from my truck you might go
All these niggas here softer than [?]
Sheek a sure thing nigga, y'all niggas might blow
Lost a lil weight on the [?] no lypo
Hit you with the hatchet motherfucker, I'm Michael
Myres, the plires pull teeth out
Ask these niggas what the beef 'bout