Sheek Louch - Bout Me lyrics

rate me

feat. Styles P

I’m back, back in the booth

You heard them tell lies, now listen to the truth

We was young busting the duce, duce off the roof

Heard please come and get me, poof

Poof, disappear, reappear, got cocaine, nigga, come reappear

Caught a key chain, hold a key, LOX nigga, know about the trilogy

What? Just ‘cause the Knicks lost, New York is still balling, nigga get lost

Shit, I drove the truck before the coupe and shit I stay a little low

Try probably any place, I want them all, fucking go

And the money ain’t a problem or the motherfucking hoe

Old beef, if I get out let the motherfucker go

Wow, smell that loud aroma? RIP to the people out in Oklahoma

Street diploma, you ain’t got a GED, you learn all your hip hop from BET

To be me you better have some degree and say that Romeo shit, Funk Master P

I do a show on rock classics classically, suck my dick, remember?

Kiss about to drop then the locks, … blocks

Next assemble and they wanting on a killer, part two of the silverback gorilla

Getting money touring to come chilling

All the joints to the face ain’t a problem but I’m the problem with a …

Everything about me, head shot, body shot, you ever doubt me

Ever, watch glow, chain glow, bullet on your head like a kango

Listen lil’ nigga, you a lamo, only thing you missing is the bumper sticker rainbow

What you know about P? 38 for the pound, 22 for the ki’

But the dope back free, that’s a sample, leave examples, get the candle

At the money count wrong, word to the … you go to the ounce lone

Doubt me I’ll shoot you and until the doubt gone

Word to any town, niggas is out on

Later dog, get your girl scouts on, desktop, only thing I put a mouse on

The man surviving, I bet you vouch for him, bullet in the head dead on the couch foam

Bitch nigga, sick nigga, fuck boy nigga, trick nigga

Soft nigga, lost nigga, fucking with the boss, you the cost, nigga