Make Some Noise
Sheek Louch Lyrics


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Paint the picture of a genius
Forty-five on my waistline
Interstate sign
Bow down to Donny
Niggas get scared when they see me behind the weal of that Mozerati
In a strugglin' circle
Blowin' purple
You niggas hurtin'
I don't give a fuck
Don't give a fuck, go cop me another truck
Hit you with the hammer, have you stuck
What block you from?
What block you from?
Check the seenery, plastic and rubber bands rapped around my greenery
My energy crazy
Soon as I walk up in the club, my jewelry drippin' on me like I just stepped out the tub
So fresh, so clean, that's why I'm so cocky
Rocky body, I get the bitch to give me coffee
These motherfuckers can't stop me

Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise
Money? I get it
Pussy? I get it
Cars? I get it
Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise

Loso
Drug dealing weather, hoodie under the leather
The weed without steze, birds with no feathers
Your beef is mine, we loading guns together
My goons ride, we give it to whoever
Fuck getting by there, hood is getting dry
Come with tricks out of town, have my Mack sittin' high
The streets is talkin', niggas die over words
So don't understate anything you overheard
The young shooters will kill something if you don't buy lunch
Six piece wings, hot fries, and a whole fruit punch
That's why I gotta move like a rich nigga
Might be with a nigga's bitch, but never with a bitch nigga
We all know the ones, who'd be hood if they could
And they got them girls who think they too good for the hood
So all I can do is keep a c note
Cause it's goin' down, and the streets is a steep slope

Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise
Money? I get it
Pussy? I get it
Cars? I get it




Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise

Overall Meaning

The opening line of Sheek Louch's song "Make Some Noise" is "Paint the picture of a genius," which sets the stage for the rapper to describe his life surrounded by wealth, luxury, and violence. He raps about his collection of guns and his expensive cars, particularly his Mozerati, which intimidates other people on the road. However, Louch is not afraid to show off his success and says that he will "hit you with the hammer" if necessary. He is proud of his money, women, and tough reputation and believes that he is unstoppable.


The next section of the song features rapper Loso, who also describes his life as a drug dealer and the dangers that come with that lifestyle. He warns that people should not underestimate the things they have heard on the streets and has to be careful about who he associates with. He encourages his crew to work hard and not be satisfied with scraps or leftovers, and to always be ready for a fight. Like Sheek Louch, Loso is confident in himself and his abilities and believes that he can overcome any obstacle.


Overall, the lyrics of "Make Some Noise" showcase the glamorous and violent aspects of the hip-hop lifestyle, where success is measured by money, power, and fame. However, the song also acknowledges the risks and competition involved in such a world and emphasizes the importance of staying cautious and loyal.


Line by Line Meaning

Paint the picture of a genius
Describe the image of someone who is extremely intelligent and creative.


Forty-five on my waistline
I am carrying a weapon for my own protection.


Interstate sign
I am driving on the highway.


Bow down to Donny
Show respect for me as if I am a king.


Niggas get scared when they see me behind the weal of that Mozerati
People become afraid when they see me driving my expensive car.


In a strugglin' circle
I am surrounded by people who are not successful.


Blowin' purple
I am smoking marijuana.


You niggas hurtin'
You are struggling financially.


I don't give a fuck
I don't care about anything.


Don't give a fuck, go cop me another truck
I don't care, just buy me another vehicle.


Hit you with the hammer, have you stuck
I will hurt you with a hammer if needed.


What block you from?
What neighborhood are you from?


Check the seenery, plastic and rubber bands rapped around my greenery
Look at my surroundings, there are bags containing money wrapped in plastic and rubber bands.


My energy crazy
I am full of energy and enthusiasm.


Soon as I walk up in the club, my jewelry drippin' on me like I just stepped out the tub
As soon as I enter the club, my jewelry shines and sparkles on me like I just got out of a bath.


So fresh, so clean, that's why I'm so cocky
I am very confident because I am dressed very well and look clean and fresh.


Rocky body, I get the bitch to give me coffee
I have a muscular physique and I am able to convince women to do what I want, even if it is getting them to make me coffee.


These motherfuckers can't stop me
No one can prevent me from achieving my goals.


Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
Where are my fellow drug dealers who are willing to use violence?


We the weed killers, make some noise
We are the ones who sell drugs and make money, so let's celebrate.


Money? I get it
I make a lot of money from selling drugs.


Pussy? I get it
I am very successful with women and can easily have sex with them.


Cars? I get it
I have a lot of expensive cars because of the money I make from selling drugs.


Loso
This is a nickname for the rapper.


Drug dealing weather, hoodie under the leather
The weather is good for selling drugs and I am wearing a hoodie under my leather jacket to stay warm.


The weed without steze, birds with no feathers
The marijuana I am selling is not high quality and the women I am with don't have any attractive qualities.


Your beef is mine, we loading guns together
I am willing to help you with your problems and we are prepared to use weapons to solve them.


My goons ride, we give it to whoever
My crew and I are prepared to fight and attack anyone who crosses us.


Fuck getting by there, hood is getting dry
It is becoming increasingly difficult to make money where I live.


Come with tricks out of town, have my Mack sittin' high
I go to other places to commit crimes and I drive my Mack (a truck) to these places.


The streets is talkin', niggas die over words
There is gossip and rumors being spread and people have died because of them.


So don't understate anything you overheard
Don't underestimate the things you have heard because they may be true.


The young shooters will kill something if you don't buy lunch
The young men who work for me are dangerous and may become violent if they are not given food.


Six piece wings, hot fries, and a whole fruit punch
This is the kind of food that my crew wants for lunch.


That's why I gotta move like a rich nigga
I have to behave like I am wealthy and successful.


Might be with a nigga's bitch, but never with a bitch nigga
I may spend time with another guy's girlfriend, but I will never be seen with someone who is not tough and masculine.


We all know the ones, who'd be hood if they could
We all know people who would act tough and live in the rough neighborhoods if they had the chance.


And they got them girls who think they too good for the hood
These people have girlfriends who believe they are too good to live in the poor areas.


So all I can do is keep a c note
The only thing I can do is keep my wallet filled with $100 bills.


Cause it's goin' down, and the streets is a steep slope
The situation is getting worse and worse, and life in the streets is becoming increasingly difficult.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHN JACKSON, SEAN JACOBS, ANDY THELUSMA

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