Lookin Sweet Lyrics

Why you look all salty every time you look at me

Hate a weak emotion and you niggas looking weak

My shit say designer skinny boy you looking cheap

Your bitch looking geeked probably cause I'm looking sweet

Took her to my suite and you know she let me beat

Gucci on my feet already know I'm looking sweet

Got it out the mud bitch I reup every week

They say money talks so you shouldn't even speak

Grim always stay with the dog I took that bitch off the leash

I do not fuck with the hog don't fuck with the pig don't fuck with police

I fuck on your daughter just like a monster call us beauty and the beast

I ride with uzi in the seat

Tuck a cutie in the briefs

Pull up to your curb while making a swerve but nigga got to keep it brief

I keep the heat for the beef I want smoke call me Wiz Khalif

Cheverly Terrace Crooks known for robbing we ain't no thiefs

I'm eating like it's a feast the shit on my feet could've paid your lease

3G be keeping the piece you dead meat if I ain't keeping the peace

Ain't been to sleep in a week play with drums have you beating your feet

I like to creep in a jeep behind the tints gotta keep it discreet

Street sweep in arms reach spank a nigga then I go in the crease

Why you look all salty every time you look at me

Hate a weak emotion and you niggas looking weak

My shit say designer skinny boy you looking cheap

Your bitch looking geeked probably cause I'm looking sweet

Took her to my suite and you know she let me beat

Gucci on my feet already know I'm looking sweet

Got it out the mud bitch I reup every week

They say money talks so you shouldn't even speak

DoubleG on my shoe Gucci Grim got gorilla glue

Old money in my trues the benjis blue but the skrilla new

I hang with the robbers who banging them choppers I be with the killers too

You don't want me send them through you the type send the men in blue

His white tee all red looking like he claim pyru

Your wifey gave me head turn a nigga bitch to my boo

I only said two words all I had to say was how you

Take your bitch to the mall let her ball like Caillou

Stilettos make her look tall but I swear she only five two

Deep throat a nigga balls good brain what her mind do

The opp guns looking sweet but fuck that we got irons too

But we really trying shoot slide through just to find you

Niggas ain't on shit so why you acting like your man tough

Ferragamo on my belt buckle only time I like handcuffs

Ten toes when I stand up had to man up run my bands up

Gun sounds when i run down it was man down when he ran up

Why you look all salty every time you look at me

Hate a weak emotion and you niggas looking weak

My shit say designer skinny boy you looking cheap

Your bitch looking geeked probably cause I'm looking sweet

Took her to my suite and you know she let me beat

Gucci on my feet already know I'm looking sweet

Got it out the mud bitch I reup every week

They say money talks so you shouldn't even speak