Look! Lyrics

I see yo bitch walk by, I think I just might look

Know that them niggas, they staring, glaring

I'm not the nigga to push

Why they pressed

You got something on ya chest

Why is you wearing a vest

All headshots, don't aim for the neck

I was really in them bandos

Now a nigga got his bands up

Now I'm litter than a candle

Pour the lean, don't do the Fanta

Big bag like Santa, shorty wan pull my pants down

She see the cash now, she see the bands now, pullin the racks out

Nigga they act now, nigga they kap now

How you the hottest? You just pretendin

You is not living what you rap bout

What you rap bout like no

You want attention, don't want the tension

See a opp, heata pop, just bend em

Drop the addy then we slide, we spinnin

Give a fuck what he claim, we diss em

Fuck all of yo dead homies

You ain't finna ride, because you scared homie

Prolly call the feds on me

I got bands on me

Hatin on the low but inna real life, you a fan brodi

Put a check on ya head? I can do it myself

I been all up inna water wit the sharks

It'a get dark when you goin through hell

Demons with me, make me summon up Rell

I got that dough, baker

Sharp, razor

Still got them demons with me

Make me summon satan

Like what do you need

Cuz I got that coke, crack, weed

I got them pills, that's E

I got that dope, that's D

Got the molly, that lean

Glizzy nigga, got a beam

Try run up on me

Nigga resting in peace

Like baoww

I see yo bitch walk by, I think I just might look

Know that them niggas

They staring, glaring

I'm not the nigga to push

Why they pressed

You got something on ya chest

Why is you wearing a vest

All headshots, don't aim for the neck

I was really in them bandos

Now a nigga got his bands up

Now I'm litter than a candle

Pour the lean, don't do the Fanta

Big bag like Santa, shorty wan pull my pants down

She see the cash now, she see the bands now, pulling the racks out