OK - Sheek Louch

Verse 1: Sheek Louch

Now what you know about me

I got this rap shit down to a tee

Grams to a half, half to a ki

Empties alone 'gon cost me a G

My flow too deadly baby

No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby

No shakin you still wanted to pop off

Until I come through slow with the top off

You ain’t real you just a knock off

Y’all ain’t sick that’s just a light light cough

Sheek heavy in the hood

Rims spin heavy in the hood dash heavy with wood

Niggas try get me if they could

But they know the handle is wood and my aim is good

Sheek keeps it real, from the streets to the motherfuckin yards at jail

(Let's go)

Chorus: Sheek Louch

I don’t know what you thinkin but a party ain’t a party unless you drinkin

And, I don’t know what’s all the drama

But he keep on frontin better call his mama

And, I don’t know what you thinkin but a party ain’t a party unless you drinkin

And, I don’t know what’s all the drama

But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

Verse 2: Sheek Louch

Nah, I ain’t thuggin I’m here to party

And I, I don’t party I’m here to thug

I don’t know taste this drink I think it’s drugged

Then ummm, he keep talkin he will get plugged

Listen, tell shorty I got the hot tub

If she try and wash a little sweat off from the club

And, tell her friends they could come if they want

Cause my niggas got a line full of whips in the front

And, I know you playmate of the month

And you model for Vicky Secret (Say what?!)

But ain’t no runway here and you ain’t there

So you might as well let us skeet, bitch, ha ha!

Bridge: Sheek Louch

Ok, ok ok ok (Let me see who else in hear, let’s go)

New York where you at?

(Oh!) Cali where you at?

(Oh!)

Miami where you at?

(Oh!) Atlanta where you at?(Oh!)

Chorus: Sheek Louch

I don’t know what you thinkin but a party ain’t a party unless you drinkin

And, I don’t know what’s all the drama

But he keep on frontin better call his mama

And, I don’t know what you thinkin but a party ain’t a party unless you drinkin

And, I don’t know what’s all the drama

But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

Verse 3: Sheek Louch

It ain’t nothin but a word to come out the trunk on these cats

With this that and a third

But Sheek tryin to chill

Get up on somethin go over there and ice your grill

Damn!

All these chicks in here, all this ass for free

And you wanna stare at me?!

I don’t know what you thinkin or what you drinkin

But you better go and get some ass before

Chorus: Sheek Louch

I don’t know what you thinkin but a party ain’t a party unless you drinkin

And, I don’t know what’s all the drama

But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

And, I don’t know what you thinkin but a party ain’t a party unless you drinkin

And, I don’t know what’s all the drama

But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

Outro: Sheek Louch

Yeah!

Cocoa Channelle whattup ma!

This it right here!

ha ha!

we got 'em!

D-Block!

Out!