The Fiend - Sheek Louch, Heroin Pop

That boy-that's a bad mother

Gangsta shit, nigga

Move out-move out of his way

Dayzel, let 'em out

That’s thirty G

Uh, back on the block, loaded Glock in the bushes (Uh)

Couple workin' niggas but mostly be with them pushers

Niggas pullin' up askin' where the coke or kush is

Flower in her pussy take it out when she douches

Different breath on this track

Different gunner with me now, he shoot left with the MAC

Nothin' shiny when he clap, prefer that shit in black

I let the wolves eat the sheep, I just tell 'em where they at (Woof, woof)

Couple dollars and some real estate

Jealous niggas eat a dick 'cause I’m too real to hate

Me and my wife havin' lunch at the Garden State

Side bitch blowin' me up but she gon' have to wait

Everything I did, you know crime was in it

Rollie on my wrist but ain’t no diamonds in it

Fuck a bust down, I’m too grown for that

Lawyer pickin' up the phone, he like, «What now?»

Think I give a fuck what they say outside?

Nigga, it’s a reason that they stay outside

I be everywhere but move like I’m tryna hide

I be everywhere but move like I’m tryna hide

Nigga

This motherfucker, oh

Shit, can I borrow a dollar?

Come on, baby

My veins hurt, baby, I need more of that shit

I’m goin' back in, nigga

Shyeah

They say the early bird, he get the worm

Niggas fuckin' raw until they get the germ

Cipher 'til you realize you smokin' sherm

Lessons that these lil' niggas have to learn

Before the bookie, we was throwin' dice

Broke, we missed Christmas over Kwanzaa twice

Got some money then we back to Santa

Got some work and I’m back in Atlanta

I chop it up if I knew you a while

Besides that, I don’t give a fuck 'bout what numbers to dial

I shake hands when we meet, don’t expect me to smile

I get the bag and go home, I’m protectin' a child

I don’t care where you from

I put the sticks on these niggas like Questlove’s drum

Get in the Hellcat and floor it 'til the muffler hum

Used to hang out a lot but now that shit sound dumb (Ah)

Misery love company, still

We all eatin', couple thousand?

Just pass me the bill

Club promoter’s gettin' nervous, he asked me to chill

I told him stay outside with it, my niggas is real

Done

Any one of these niggas move, I got you, Louch

You go on ahead and enjoy yourself

You want me to wash your car while you in there?

Yeah, I’ll wash it

I know it’s rainin', nigga, I don’t give a fuck

I got you

Yeah, so, I told this nigga look, man, this both our bitches

It ain’t just yours

Wait, hold on, my client is here

Hey, Sheek, what’s up, nigga?

Yeah, your car is ready to go, nigga

How was the club?

Yeah, come on, you gon' hold me down or what, baby?

Where all your bitches at?

You tryna tell me not one bitch is on your dick tonight?

Oh man, it’s okay, sometimes you gotta go home and rub one out

Yeah, it’s okay to be alone