What What
Sheek Louch Feat. Bully Lyrics

Yeah, it's a new beginning
Starting anew

But e'rything's still the same
Despite beginning anew, everything remains unchanged

If you love it in the hood my niggaz then say - WHAT WHAT!
If you're a fan of the hood, show it - WHAT WHAT!

If you like gettin money my niggaz then say - WHAT WHAT!
If getting money is your thing, show it - WHAT WHAT!

If you runnin from them boys my niggaz then say - WHAT WHAT!
If you're trying to avoid law enforcement, show it - WHAT WHAT!

But your guns is out, cause you gon' have to catch me!
If you want to catch me, be prepared to face my weapons

Aiyyo Grease let's go daddy!
Hey, let's get started

I got my back all in it, D-Block inside
Fully committed to D-Block

Got my Mac all in it, I ain't leave it in the ride
My Mac weapon is with me, not left in the car

See my face whup a nigga, no bob and no shower
I'll beat you down without hesitation; no primping necessary

Just heavy pushin nigga, mad weed and liquor
Just pushing through life, fueled by weed and liquor

We don't hide from you homey (nah) we just get up and we go
We don't run from our enemies, we just keep moving forward

One cigarette, orange juice, one butter roll
Simple pleasures in life

E'rybody know my name (Sheek Louch!) Bitches on my dick
I'm famous and getting attention from women

Police loopin back around cause they think they slick
The police think they're crafty by trailing me

Cause I got heavy ammunition, three birds on the seat
I'm packing major heat, with three kilograms of drugs on the passenger seat

But I'm just goin here to there, I ain't tryin to draw heat
I'm not looking for trouble, just minding my own business

cause I got somethin on my waist (uh-huh) somethin under the hood
I'm carrying a weapon on my person and in my car

Motherfucker I'm good for a high speed chase (tell 'em!)
I'm experienced at evading the police in high-speed pursuits

Okay - you know the name nigga - Bully, BITCH!
I'm Bully, and you better recognize

I'm a money go-getter, you a light dough spender
I hustle hard for my money while you're barely making anything

I'm Barry Bonds of rap you ice cold nigga
I'm one of the greatest in my craft, while you're not on my level

County on my ass, feds and the task
The authorities are closely monitoring me

Caprice, doin a hundred but only 80 on the dash (damn!)
I'm driving my Caprice at 100 MPH, but the dashboard only shows 80 MPH

Pounds in the trunk, burner and a brick
I've got a lot of drugs and weapons in the trunk of my car

Too $hort bitches, on my Oakland shit
I have Oakland women with me, like rapper Too $hort

I got love in the hood, for my thugs in the hood
I'm respected in the hood, and show love for those who are also respected

Got my bottom bitch with me she got the snub in the hood
I've got my most loyal woman with me, and she's also carrying a gun

Niggaz talk reckless; I tell 'em "Boy listen here
I don't tolerate disrespect from anyone

You gon' need more than magic to make me disappear"
You can't make me back down that easily

System in the Caprice, soundin all crystal clear
My car system sounds amazing

Knockin (Silverback) (GORILLA!) Frontin like we switchin gears
I'm playing loud music so they know it's me; pretending to shift gears

Black tops, red tops, clear backs, E pills
Different types of drugs I deal with

Ranges, Coupe DeVilles, comin through on big wheels
The luxury cars I drive

Hat low, my niggaz rowdy as they wanna be (D-Block!)
My crew is tough and ready for anything

Bluntly, stupid bitch, get from in front of me
I'm blunt and I won't tolerate anyone in my way

Sheek Louch homey, now I got a street buzz
I'm getting popular, with people starting to recognize me

Song's hot, just like when "Everyday I'm Hustlin" was
My music is fire, just like Rick Ross's hit "Everyday I'm Hustlin"

Down South heavy but New York is where I rest at
I'm influenced by southern rap, but New York is still my home

White tee, hover muh'fuckers wear a vest at
I wear a white t-shirt, unlike those who wear bulletproof vests

Late night, pop the trunk, party over here hoe
We're partying all night, with the trunk of my car serving as the bar

Drink up, smoke some'n, that's what it's there fo'
Let's drink and smoke, that's what these substances are for

Hood love, love that, love money, love rap
My love for the hood, money, and rap

Love fiends who love crack, dope boy and all that!
My love for drug users and the entire drug culture

Hahahaha, ahhh...
Laughing and relaxing