Look At Me

Yeah
Aye
All of these niggas so fake so fu
Yeah I'm with the gang right now who you
Re-up on the plug I'mma need like two
Baby girl I know you wanna be my boo
I don't look down when I tie my shoes
I don't look down when I count my blues
I don't look up when I check that score
If we ahead what I'm looking up for
Hit up the plug and I need me a zip
Ain't no karate I'm chopping this brick
Ain't no karate I'm hitting this wood
Ain't no relation to Meagan I'm good
We playing catch and she throwing it back
Not into windows I'm good with a mac
Not into stripping I'm good with a pole
Yeah that's my bitch but I'm letting her go
Yeah that's my bitch but I'm letting her hoe
Making it rain and I'm making it snow
Making that bang and I'm making it blow
Making that cane and I'm making that coke
Ain't drop a album I'm making a tape
I fuck with shorty she making it shake
Said he a opp better give me a break
I got a lot on the top of the plate
He like computers I got him a tec
Hollow point hit out the side of his neck
He got a problem I got a Patek
He got a problem I shot up his back
I got a mom that I gotta protect
I got a shooter recruiting cadets
Oh that's your ooter we checking credentials
He wanna be with the set
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
Try to assault and I'm catching a hommy
Feeling like Chucky I move with a Tommy
Yeah I'm the best you don't gotta remind me
That's why the labels be tryna finesse me
We do not aim where the bulletproof vest be
I'm on a island I'm riding a jet ski
Nigga you broke how the fuck you gonna catch me?
Yeah
Nigga you dumb how the fuck you gon test me?



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Writer(s): Khaleed Pritchard
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