Look Alive
Aye
Slim, Slim (hmm)
This is my shit (three os)
(Baow baow baow baow, haa)
This my shit, gotta respect that shit Flocka (nah)
You don't like it, sue me 'bout it (i'm bullshitting)
You know (haa)
Buff city stand up nig
(Baow baow baow baow) aye
Why ima look alive, when im chasin' after dead presidents (yah yah)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah yah)
Hit it once she callin'
Ex friend blocked all them
Now i'm ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah yah)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (I dont know)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah, aye, yah)
Hit it once she callin' (aye)
Ex friend, blocked all them, now i'm ballin' like spalding (aye aye)
How ima look alive, pockets full of dead presidents
Could've been bought a rollie, check the check, it was all rent
Got my check it was all spent, doin' good like its all sent
Fuck sending now you owing, now you owing, now you owing
Niggas gon' go around, niggas gon' come back two times
Seven five, four bitches, here ho get two lines
Yeah do dirty ho, true crime, look at my watch, apply it
Then everybody gone get shot like two times
Ha, yah, aye
And I got hos like im Casanova
Some freaky hos tryina call me ova
The crooked cops tryina pull me ova
Skrrt, gon' do the dash, ooh sorry no sir
Why ima look alive, when im chasin' after dead presidents (yah yah)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah yah)
Hit it once, she callin'
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah yah)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (i dont know)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah, aye, yah)
Hit it once she callin' (yah, yah)
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah)
You can catch me
Blowin' some Os, throwin' Os with the bros (yep, yah)
Rockin' the Levi bridges, with bitches with no clothes
'Cause we came from nothin', now we frontin' like new gold (nah)
Pockets full of Bens and Grants, solid niggas that wont fold
It was, dinnertime we eatin' cookies bro, shit was rough
A thousand in stamps still ain't eatin' much (nah)
Enoughs enough (nah)
Me and dollar see eye to eye, cause god is all we trust (that's right)
You reach then automatic the maverick
Give you them bucks (baow, baow)
Now its, bitches see me and they wanna fuck, on sight (lets go)
Diamonds matchin' panda bears, wrist look like klondikes
I hate rollercoasters, when I toke, im like, fuck heights (uh huh)
Blunts be thick and smokey, shit look like an exhaust pipe (ssss)
Nah, we aint bloods but we toss Os in this bitch (hell nah)
Slim Doc the top shotta, real ting dis (ha)
We shoot and you wont survive (hell naw)
Red dot between his eyes (baow baow)
Eyes wide but he slumped over, that nigga look alive (perfect)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (yah yah)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah)
Hit it once she callin'
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah yah)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (i dont know)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah, aye, yah)
Hit it once she callin' (yah, yah)
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah, yah, yah, yah)
Slim, Slim (hmm)
This is my shit (three os)
(Baow baow baow baow, haa)
This my shit, gotta respect that shit Flocka (nah)
You don't like it, sue me 'bout it (i'm bullshitting)
You know (haa)
Buff city stand up nig
(Baow baow baow baow) aye
Why ima look alive, when im chasin' after dead presidents (yah yah)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah yah)
Hit it once she callin'
Ex friend blocked all them
Now i'm ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah yah)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (I dont know)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah, aye, yah)
Hit it once she callin' (aye)
Ex friend, blocked all them, now i'm ballin' like spalding (aye aye)
How ima look alive, pockets full of dead presidents
Could've been bought a rollie, check the check, it was all rent
Got my check it was all spent, doin' good like its all sent
Fuck sending now you owing, now you owing, now you owing
Niggas gon' go around, niggas gon' come back two times
Seven five, four bitches, here ho get two lines
Yeah do dirty ho, true crime, look at my watch, apply it
Then everybody gone get shot like two times
Ha, yah, aye
And I got hos like im Casanova
Some freaky hos tryina call me ova
The crooked cops tryina pull me ova
Skrrt, gon' do the dash, ooh sorry no sir
Why ima look alive, when im chasin' after dead presidents (yah yah)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah yah)
Hit it once, she callin'
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah yah)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (i dont know)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah, aye, yah)
Hit it once she callin' (yah, yah)
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah)
You can catch me
Blowin' some Os, throwin' Os with the bros (yep, yah)
Rockin' the Levi bridges, with bitches with no clothes
'Cause we came from nothin', now we frontin' like new gold (nah)
Pockets full of Bens and Grants, solid niggas that wont fold
It was, dinnertime we eatin' cookies bro, shit was rough
A thousand in stamps still ain't eatin' much (nah)
Enoughs enough (nah)
Me and dollar see eye to eye, cause god is all we trust (that's right)
You reach then automatic the maverick
Give you them bucks (baow, baow)
Now its, bitches see me and they wanna fuck, on sight (lets go)
Diamonds matchin' panda bears, wrist look like klondikes
I hate rollercoasters, when I toke, im like, fuck heights (uh huh)
Blunts be thick and smokey, shit look like an exhaust pipe (ssss)
Nah, we aint bloods but we toss Os in this bitch (hell nah)
Slim Doc the top shotta, real ting dis (ha)
We shoot and you wont survive (hell naw)
Red dot between his eyes (baow baow)
Eyes wide but he slumped over, that nigga look alive (perfect)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (yah yah)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah)
Hit it once she callin'
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah yah yah yah)
Why ima look alive when im chasin' after dead presidents (i dont know)
Hands on and im all in (yah, yah, aye, yah)
Hit it once she callin' (yah, yah)
Ex friend, blocked all them
Now im ballin' like spalding (yah, yah, yah, yah)
Credits
Writer(s): Deshawn Turner, Kevin Smith
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