look! DON'T STARE

Smoking this weed, I'm just tryna feel sum
I hop on the beat, I'm just tryna kill sum
Just follow me, if you don't know what you doin'
You got a vision, make sure that they know it
This is that rapping and trapping, drug dealer influence
I'm just tryna make me some coin
And make me a living off typing these poems
Only thing that I'm good for is writing these songs
I hit a nigga, don't care if he with his bitch
If you fuck with the opps, I don't care if you innocent
.556 make a nigga illiterate
Trap out the house and we getting real ignorant
Shit I was doin, I just gotta live with it
Shoot up ya crib I don't care who you living with
Shootin' at niggas, I think that I'm Zimmerman
Glock with a dick, I don't think that it's celibate

I'm bouta get real irreverent
Niggas fall off and they no longer relevant
Die and I bet that you still gone remember me
Your a nigga a victim now he just a memory
Totin' a stick like that shit my accessory
I got a bitch tryna be an accessory
Set yo ass up now I'm robbing yo mezzanine
Uh, Yo good mans ain't sliding
Pressure on me and I turned it to diamonds
Fucking up packs tryna get up on rhyming
Yo pockets look skinny like they on a diet
Uh, That lil shit ain't getting you nowhere
I'm with the shits if you really tryna go there
Damn, nigga, that took you a whole year
Rich ass nigga, I need me an au pair
Diamonds on me and they shine nigga so clear
I whip out the stick in broad day like its powered by solar
You finna donate your bone marrow
Getting the za for a low rate
She sit on my face, big booty bitch don't need no chair
The way that I move, prolly think that I don't care
Blame it on her so I don't have to go there
Niggas keep lookin', I'm telling them don't stare



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Kingbo
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