Stop Playing - Sheek Louch

Aiyyo Poobs let’s go nigga — ahh, woo!

Ayyyo, I said I’m sicker than yo' average

One up in yo' cabbage and leave you there

I only brought the revolver here, no shells

Throw the jacks away I ain’t talkin on cells

Get low, get a hoe, tell her where to go

Fuck her 'til her pussy sore, make her watch the door

I said I’m sicker than yo' average

Pump in the baby carriage, no fear

Nine in the Build-a-Bear, listen here homey

I said I’m sicker than yo' average

If I don’t know homey I’ma fuck up his marriage

Get head from her, get a little bread from her

Put cum stains in his Hummer, listen dawg

I said I’m sicker than yo' average

You ain’t know Sheek was a muh’fuckin savage

That’s why I don’t mingle, cause when I get a tingle

I turn into a wolf (AOWWW) ski-mask time

E’rything I see around your neck that’s mine

I leave a nigga white tee red on up

I only shoot from the head on up (WHAT) nuttin else dawg

I said I’m sicker than yo' average

Sheek Louch.

(«Yo Louch»)

Yo («C'mon now, stop playin with these niggas»)

Say no more

Fuck a shank I’m open, clappers get to loadin

Leave the burners smokin runnin tryin to tuck it in

All black niggas tryin to figure what the fuck I’m in

The Haze farmer, the leather bomber, the long shank

I throw «Gasoline» on bitches like Daddy Yank'

Suck my dick if you ain’t my clique

I should cum out your mouth if you ain’t no chick

Bitch, I’m too itchy, I need foot powder for my hands

I make clam chowder quick out one of your mans

In the hood we don’t care about you

You ain’t nuttin to my niggas, we don’t hear about you

You hear (BRRAP BRRAP) yeah that’s my niggas comin through

You hear shots fired, probably D-Block niggas too

The egg crate sittin on top of the trey-eight

Everything cool but you can tell that I can’t wait

To jump into his chest, or jump into his vest

Either one I don’t know why he wan' jump into this mess

Yes, let it go down, once and for all

I just hope y’all niggas ready to brawl, let’s go