Look Inside Lyrics

I can't leave the bros

Just for a bitch

Bitch bring my brother sum

Brodie stuck up in the mix

When I get rich

He still won't ask for nun

I'm the face card of the movement

I can't slip

Know I'm the chosen one

I wake up an get shit moving

He hit the net

He got a show to run

Take a look inside of my life

And tell me what you see

I ain't never seen her round

Like eres de aqui

Now she's showing out

Sippin reposado

With a fashion modle

I be zoning out

Might just kill the bottle

Spark a wood to follow

Popped out in some shit

They want my style

Asking where I got em

My old head from the four

Be wrapping shit

An I ain't talking rylo

Gang in traffic on they shit

They always call me

Before I ride beside em

Know I'm staying out the mix

It ain't my dollars

Then it ain't my problems

She play this Shit

Like it's ha theme song

Jump an put ha jeans on

Wouldn't be surprised

If you wake up

An it's ha ring tone

Came thru prada shades

Can't see the hate

Thank god for Milon

I'm a trap star from the city

I need a bad bitch

Look like Nia Long

You see the hoes I hit the spot with

Sliding in my cock pit

On my breaking bad

You an yo bro

On Drake and Josh Shit

I can hit the scene

An turn the club into a mosh pit

If you ever need a bag

Know where to cop an get it off at

Watch how I play it in the clutch

Bottom of the barrel

Ain't nobody pull me up

Look at they spot an see fair well

Know they praying I get stuck

Know they praying that door shut

All my dogs is different breads

Yea I came up with the mutts

When you playing with them Gs

Gotta gave that perfect touch

If I ever hit my knees

Scrape the bowl an run it up

I was trapping in ya favorite rappers section

Call my bluff

These hoes be tapping

Before I'm fully activated

That shit suck

Take a look inside of my life

And tell me what you see

I ain't never seen her round

Like eres de aqui

Now she's showing out

Sippin reposado

Like a fashion modle

I be zoning out

Might just kill the bottle

Spark a wood to follow

Popped out in some shit

They want my style

Asking where I got em

My old head from the the 4

Be wrapping shit

An I ain't talking rylo

Gang in traffic on they shit

They always call me

Before I ride beside em

Know I'm staying out the mix

It ain't my dollars

Then it ain't my problems

She play this Shit

Like it's ha theme song

Jump an put ha jeans on

Wouldn't be surprised

If you wake up

An it's ha ring tone