In Close Range

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again

I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind

He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up

I come through watch the nigga go blind

I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?

Ain't shit changed

You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range

Do somethin' nigga!

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

When you see em' you gon' fuck him up, you said that shit

Then you seen 'em and ain't do shit, dead that shit

'Sup with you nigga? Tryna' not to fuck with you niggas

All I did since birth keep it a buck with you niggas

If I offend you, fuck you, nigga

You ain't my man, I let it touch you, nigga

Rip up and cut you, nigga

You got birds, I send the goons and let 'em pluck you nigga

You ain't about shit, that's why I duck you niggas

If it's money to be made and we can split it, I'm with it

But if it's only one-sided just for you, forget it

Like if I had to go to jail and I got a lot of mail at least one of them letters was from you

Niggas'll turn they back on you and I ain't even locked up

But we go back to the mixtapes with Clue

Who? Donnie, I got that chrome four-four

Playin' Xbox with my foot on the door, fuck that

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again

I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind

He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up

I come through watch the nigga go blind

I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?

Ain't shit changed

You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range

Do somethin' nigga!

[Verse 2: Nino Man]

Look, my man said they talkin' and they askin' 'bout me

But ain't no facts about me

But if they know you my mans then why they chattin' 'bout me?

Funny shit and they know you ain't 'bout that action, homie

They actin' phoney, that's why I carry this ratchet on me

No jewels, got 'em shiverin' though

Now everybody seen a drip but it ain't drizzlin' though

Keep most of the work stashed, then get rid of the snow

I still got some pills buried, I'm committed to dough

I got an address to send the dope

Nah, not a brick, I been sendin' smoke

Tryna' catch this lick like an envelope

I got more zips than a winter coat

Really out here tryna' get the dope before they [?]

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again

I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind

He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up

I come through watch the nigga go blind

I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?

Ain't shit changed

You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range

Do somethin' nigga!

[Verse 3: Snyp Life]

Now I done heard a million times about how you gon' kill 'em

But you ain't do shit when you seen 'em but ice grill 'em

Corny niggas in his ear, buncha hype with him

Type to catch a body in the booth, another Mike Villain

These niggas get shot and stabbed and turned realer

Man, shut your little monkey ass's down around gorillas

I get back to back bids in the yard with them killers

Give 'em triple beam bars so the hustlers'll feel ya

It's quiet when they peel ya, keep that muzzle on that handgun

Smack a nigga up before I clap him, that's an and-one

You heard Louch in the spot with the four-four

I'm in the kitchen with the twenty-gauge cookin' up more

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again

I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind

He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up

I come through watch the nigga go blind

I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?

Ain't shit changed

You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range

Do somethin' nigga!

[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]

Nigga talkin' like he 'bout that action but I ain't saw nothin'

But you was all tough when you was pillow talkin' to that bird bitch we all fuckin'

Now we dump the heaters, shoot three hundred meters, turn 'em to long-jumpers

Hittin' the gate, tryna' dip and escape

We from the same hood, you jealous of the shit in my safe

You tellin' niggas how you gon' lay me down and take my jewelry off

Mad 'cause I got the city lit and he wanna cool me off

Guess it's fuck all the blunts that we burned together

This nigga broke and he want what I earned

Sayin' you gon' do this and that

But you gon' make me put a dub on your neck and bet my young boys is gettin' that

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again

I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind

He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up

I come through watch the nigga go blind

I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?

Ain't shit changed

You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range

Do somethin' nigga!

[Outro: Nino Man]

Fuck these niggas, Louch

They can't touch you my nigga

D-Block, bitch!