[Intro: Sheek Louch]
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, this that shit that make n***as wanna rep they clique
Grab their gun an' diss n***as to their dick
Buck somethin', go somewhere an' fuck somethin'
Like that frontin' n***a bitch, make her suck somethin'
Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out
Hoodie on with the all black Belushis on
N***as yappin' 'til they muh'fuckin' face is torn
Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn
Hit y'all fagot ass n***as that's scared to death
Talk shit, when I'm around, y'all hold y'all breath
I make murder music, my shit bang in the city
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty
It's too much violence now since Ja ruined 50
I don't know no other way but to rap gritty
Fuck that, baby, when I'm rich
Until then where the fuck is my thugs at up in this bitch? (Let's go)
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Whaddup, n***a? You cut up, n***a
Shoot shit to lift the truck up, n***a
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf
Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof
Give a basshead a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe
Style on n***as; beat somethin' down
We gon' pile on n***as, wild on n***as
(La da da, da da da)
That's a lullaby for you
Better ask your man, he ready to die for you
We comin' through, tearin' the block up
We ain't gettin' locked up, that mean we even shootin' the cops up
Whaddup? Yeah n***a, two mo' times
Whaddup, whaddup? Now we in the New York grind
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nine to blast your eye, right, (what)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, I talk shit how I wanna talk, bop how I wanna walk
An' you can tell that n***a dere is from New York
An' I still got my South n***as ready to squeeze
I don't need cake to see me with a couple of G's
An' I don't need a loan, muh'fucker, I'm grown
Had a thirty eight before I had a phone
I stuck n***as up before y'all lil' n***as started to bone
This that Sheek Louch shit, y'all n***as tryin' to clone
Let's be real, the average muh'fucker with a deal
Probably never had a fight, no guns, none of that
N***as know I'm right, I say goodnight to my son
Give my baby moms a lil' cake
An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run
Before pussy n***as try their hand
I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home"
An' I ain't 'Making The Band'
What y'all coward n***as don't understand? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block