Make Some Noise - Sheek Louch, Fabolous

Paint the picture of a genius

45 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

6 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