Sheek Louch - In / Out (s.p.) lyrics

Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G. Oh word, that sh** a hit, that sh** sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my n***a Damn I missed my n***a call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus Christ boy, one Yeah, D-Block Styles P you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go [Sheek Louch] You get smacked with the hammer n***a play your position 'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position [Styles P] n***a I'll hawk your a**, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path [SL] I don't know nobody f**in wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus [SP] And you couldn't live this life and play this role Like never part with your gun and stay this cold [SL] Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love I'm them leather sh**s, you the Michael Jackson glove [SP] I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated If I was you I woulda never made it I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated [SL] We don't reminisce b**h a**, remember that Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back [SP] Tell the ghetto show discipline I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin [Chorus x2] Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***az try to front on us, co*k that sh** [SL] I guess I'm gettin older Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder [SP] And n***a I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4 I keep my heat co*k, and my blunt lit [SL] The mack out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek n***a, dare you to speak [SP] sh** I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a n***a a hug and say they stab anyone [SL] You ain't never seen a n***a jaw hangin from his face Sausage shaped red sh** hangin from his waist [SP] n***a I'm well connected By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells connected [SL] Yack in one hand, the other the lizm And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism [SP] b**h this is mafia It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya [Chorus] [SL] Sheek goin broke is not in the plans I could sell gloves to a n***a with no hands [SP] A lot of n***az screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep I won't be happy til the n***az asleep [SL] I'll punch a n***az nose in, duckin and bustin Cuttin and cussin, hold that you b**h a** n***a [SP] And I could make the best die Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it That's a f**in neck tie [SL] We turn b**h n***az skin maroon Pump turn n***az voices like they hit a helium balloon [SP] If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God Cause all yall f*ggot n***az die according to Styles [SL] What n***a you could get it for free Put your money up, ain't nobody f**in wit Louch and P [SP] Yeah n***a that's what's up D-Block til the d**h motherf**er so our gats is up [Chorus]