New York City
Styles P ft. Sheek Louch Lyrics

Hahaha
An expression of amusement or laughter

Aw, man
Exclamation of disappointment or frustration

I got a nine on my waistline
I am carrying a firearm for protection

I ain't thinkin' 'bout you bitch ass niggas no more
I am not concerned with those who have betrayed or wronged me

You could help a nigga out, he gon' still talk shit And turn around and want more
Even if I help someone, they will still talk negatively about me and ask for more assistance

I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (get the fuck up out my face) I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (when the last time we talked?) I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (nah, I don't need your number) I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (monkeys out, nigga)
I am not interested in interacting with or being associated with certain individuals

No more
Not anymore or never again

Fuck around and get hit up (facts) Mom prayin' like, "Please, baby, get up" (get up babe) Niggas see your wounds, turn around and spit up (ill) I ain't playin', Donnie came to fuck shit up, yeah
I am not afraid to use violence if necessary and those around me support me in that decision

This is that raw shit, New York Winter time in front of the store, shit Burnin' my weed with a stashbox real close (what up, nigga?) Ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (feel a pulse) Put your glass up, let's have a toast (salute) Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss, and Ghost (L-O-X) We stay away from them corny rappers that do the most Gangstas, our careers ain't even close, yeah
I am a tough, experienced rapper from New York and I am surrounded by fellow skilled individuals. We are not interested in collaborating with or associating with amateur or phony artists.

Don't make me bust you, nigga Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga You let your feelings out when you drunk Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, yeah
Although we had a past relationship or friendship, I do not trust you due to your lack of control when drinking and tendency to cowardly run away from issues.

Top of the mornin' Gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin' I had to talk to my young boy before he get life Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right Word, that's the same shit that I was sayin' Gotta watch these niggas how these niggas be anglin'
I start my day with assertive action and tough talk, aiming to educate and protect those who are close to me from sneaky or malicious individuals.

Make 'em see stars so I start banglin' Abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in I said fuck me, I feel the same then Talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends
I physically fight and intimidate those who disrespect me or speak poorly of me behind my back.

Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties 'Spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty The crown secure and I got a tip (word) With the clips filled, the wrong word'll get you killed Q.b. Reppin', ain't a thing changed Grown man, see y'all niggas out playin' kid games
I am a respected member of the hip-hop community with a secure and powerful reputation. I am not a man to be trifled with and have the capacity to kill if necessary.

Twenty-twenty comin', things realer than it ever been People are co-signin' shit y'all peddlin'? Me and Sheek on a whole other wavelength On point with it, let them fake niggas stay bent (yeah) Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right (yeah)
We are living in an increasingly real and dangerous world, and it's frustrating to see people endorsing or promoting ideas that we believe aren't authentic or legitimate. We are in sync and vigilant, and remain wary of seemingly untrustworthy individuals.

Still keep guns in the panel Shot him through his flannel out the pocket of my Louis camo Niggas say what's up but can't stand you We call 'em New York undercovers, them nigga's done been cancelled
I still keep weapons hidden in my car and am prepared to use them if necessary. Some people act friendly but I know they can't be trusted and refer to them as police informants or fakes.

You know me, a little Wraith, a hot bitch Pharrell Chanel slides, I'm bumpin' that Pac shit My daughter seen a squirrel, said, "Look, dad, a chinchilla" Up in the Bronx, born killers, we been realer (been realer) I catch a body like that nigga shotty Run up in your lobby with the mini shotty, body everybody Black turtleneck, black roddy Had to get me on the tax, Joe Crack's the black Gotti I pop shit 'cause they can't stop me Who, him? He can't rob me Your bitch a damn thottie You know these raps, they be physical You could feel it though I know they said it, but he live it though
I am living a lavish lifestyle and my music taste, style, and family life reflect that. I am a skilled and ruthless individual who is always prepared to kill if pushed to my limits. I am confident in myself and my abilities to succeed against opponents. My music is intense and emotional and accurately reflects my lived experiences.