Sheek Louch - Crazzy lyrics

Lyrics: (intro (talking)) imma make the hits yall book the shows (Hook) Aiyyo Bling bling, whats that? Sheek Louch is back Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at? D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy (Verse One) Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window Blaaaow, y'all muh'f**as know my style Any n***a looking and I'm daffy ducking his a** Beat upside down, straight bucking his a** Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his a** Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit gla** Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mc Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper Thats why my vocabulary sick Use big words like, s**-my-dick You dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats I'm like Eddie Kane n***a from the Five Heart Beats Coke thicker than ya muh'f**ing cream of wheats Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats (Hook) (Verse Two) Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer D block flag waving on the rangest tanner In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalen No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing Scoop big n***az, put 'em through half the sailing Yeah! I dont care if I sell or not The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove f** mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love Street sh**, Sheek sh**, bring life to tug Ha ha, I'm like new, but I been here tho Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show Book it, let the hood in and let me rock Bring the hardest n***az from ya block, what up! (Hook) (Verse Three) I got big signs, f** dog, beware the owner Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna Scratching my a**, hoping that the kids tresspa** One of 'em vietnam n***az, my stitch wit hair triggers I'm hot like, bout to start breaking you up I feel the earths a little baller n***az shaking me up I'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it May be before, but right now the kid Louch forget it I'm the best out right now, spread the news I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes Yellow Play Boy n***a, stin Pepe Lepues I dont just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off Espionage and all that, like gombachev Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow!