Look Me Up
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Copping drops, I've got the pot so hot, my cauldron drips
Popped your top and the cops forgot, Alec Baldwin shit
I'm not shocked when the clock stops, too many horror flicks
Top spot, want me to stop, they can't go to war with this
Why not? Rock the block, ride around in foreign whips
You're not hot, you've got Glocks, but they've all got orange tips
All the ops is shocked that they got knocked
Kick down the door with this
Like "Fuck a warrant is?" I'm scorching porcelain
Call the orphanage, yeah
Still staring at black mirrors, but the crack's clearer
Queens Bully make the track tear up, hits like the crack era
2022 and I went through three or four vac-sealers
2023 Lac steerer, Actavis cap-peeler
Can't teach a new dog them old tricks. tricked you out your paper
Now you look like an old bitch that don't know shit
Hate me later, busy chasing views
Blew paper, all that paper blue
If I was you I'd hate me too, H.V.U
Leave you like Swiss cheese to be frank, riding jet skis on the lake
Got the best weed in the states, yeah
Ice got my neck freeze like a rink, feel like Gretzky at the bank
Wanna test me? Then Don't blink, no
The more I grow, the more I shrink, the more I smoke
The more I think, the more I float, the more I sink, they come at me
But I don't blink, it's not a thing
Things been looking up, look me up
Lookin' for us, we've been cooking up
A hundred in the duffle, 9-mil in the puffy coat
A hundred bars, a hundred quotes
Six hundred horses, four hundred spokes
Guns get drawn, now you drawing a blank, ducking low
While I'm chillin', puffing smoke
You love the hoe, she sucks me slow
No slow leaks, roll up the windows, never been tinted
They can't see me, but they know it's him, they know the scent
I built the building, you're a tenant
Arms up, you're getting rolled on
We're spraying if they owe the rent, you never sold no shit
How'd you sell them if you seldom leave the house?
Park some shells up in your melon, should've never run your mouth
I'm for sure going to hell, but it's heaven in her mouth
I smoke top shelf, it be hard to breathe in and out
Got you looking like Bautista when that Odor hits you
You'll never see us coming, this shit could get so suspenseful
Get a grip, premeditated murder when I hold the pencil
Saying all the shit I hope offends you, yeah
Leave you like Swiss cheese, to be frank, riding jet skis on the lake
Got the best weed in the states, yeah
Ice got my neck freeze like a rink, feel like Gretzky at the bank
Wanna test me? Then Don't blink, no
The more I grow, the more I shrink, the more I smoke
The more I think, the more I float, the more I sink, they come at me
But I don't blink, it's not a thing
Things been looking up, look me up
Lookin' for us, we've been cooking up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Copping drops, I've got the pot so hot, my cauldron drips
Popped your top and the cops forgot, Alec Baldwin shit
I'm not shocked when the clock stops, too many horror flicks
Top spot, want me to stop, they can't go to war with this
Why not? Rock the block, ride around in foreign whips
You're not hot, you've got Glocks, but they've all got orange tips
All the ops is shocked that they got knocked
Kick down the door with this
Like "Fuck a warrant is?" I'm scorching porcelain
Call the orphanage, yeah
Still staring at black mirrors, but the crack's clearer
Queens Bully make the track tear up, hits like the crack era
2022 and I went through three or four vac-sealers
2023 Lac steerer, Actavis cap-peeler
Can't teach a new dog them old tricks. tricked you out your paper
Now you look like an old bitch that don't know shit
Hate me later, busy chasing views
Blew paper, all that paper blue
If I was you I'd hate me too, H.V.U
Leave you like Swiss cheese to be frank, riding jet skis on the lake
Got the best weed in the states, yeah
Ice got my neck freeze like a rink, feel like Gretzky at the bank
Wanna test me? Then Don't blink, no
The more I grow, the more I shrink, the more I smoke
The more I think, the more I float, the more I sink, they come at me
But I don't blink, it's not a thing
Things been looking up, look me up
Lookin' for us, we've been cooking up
A hundred in the duffle, 9-mil in the puffy coat
A hundred bars, a hundred quotes
Six hundred horses, four hundred spokes
Guns get drawn, now you drawing a blank, ducking low
While I'm chillin', puffing smoke
You love the hoe, she sucks me slow
No slow leaks, roll up the windows, never been tinted
They can't see me, but they know it's him, they know the scent
I built the building, you're a tenant
Arms up, you're getting rolled on
We're spraying if they owe the rent, you never sold no shit
How'd you sell them if you seldom leave the house?
Park some shells up in your melon, should've never run your mouth
I'm for sure going to hell, but it's heaven in her mouth
I smoke top shelf, it be hard to breathe in and out
Got you looking like Bautista when that Odor hits you
You'll never see us coming, this shit could get so suspenseful
Get a grip, premeditated murder when I hold the pencil
Saying all the shit I hope offends you, yeah
Leave you like Swiss cheese, to be frank, riding jet skis on the lake
Got the best weed in the states, yeah
Ice got my neck freeze like a rink, feel like Gretzky at the bank
Wanna test me? Then Don't blink, no
The more I grow, the more I shrink, the more I smoke
The more I think, the more I float, the more I sink, they come at me
But I don't blink, it's not a thing
Things been looking up, look me up
Lookin' for us, we've been cooking up
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Oboyle, James Araneo
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