[Hook: Sheek Louch]
So what we pack guns? Put hash in our weed
So what we sell d**? We got kids to feed
We hustle all night
f** 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 n***as 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 bu*ton, b**h; ask me where the ceiling gone
Winter time; heat blowin' with my ice showin'
Ayo Styles, do me a favor (what?), keep flowin (ok)
[Verse 2: Styles P]
So what I blow weed and keep plenty of hash on me?
Run up in the spot with the burner and mask on me
Sold c**aine, and keep plenty of cash on me
I lay you out if my homie is askin' me
You don't understand, then you got some audacity
Street life is rough, yeah, it takes some tenacity
Louch say "k** 'em", or Kiss tell me to "k** 'em"
I'll blow your brains out, n***a, I'm thick with 'em
I'll smoke a n***a and tell 'em the fifth did, dutch did it
Go 'head, n***a, f** with it
Come through with your ice; I'm gettin' you stuck with it
Go 'head and play the man if you want
You know Ghost, dumpin' seven grams in the blunt
And I got the k**ers in the van in the front
Mad high, like so what n***a?
You don't like me? f** you; you [?] n***a
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
So what we pack guns? Put hash in our weed
So what we sell d**? We got kids to feed
We hustle all night
f** hoes and get right
And you know we love to fight