Good Lookin'
(I got my beat it's from Leeky)
(Enviyon on The Mix)
Look, Okay
Bad bitch, 5'4" - she let me fuck
On gang, I can't get enough
She know she ain't nothing, I pass her to gang
Folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
Walk in the kitchen, like nigga what's cooking
Them niggas, they know how I'm coming
I got a 30 - folks got 50, nigga that's 80 all up in yo' stomach
Aye
And nigga, this bitch stay tweakin' on me
I don't give a fuck, that's nothing
Know she a ho, she acting like I ain't never took nothing and made it to something
You gotta go for real, talm 'bout you don't smoke and you don't do pills
My dick in they mouth - just like a meal
Nigga I'm up - I love how it feel
And nigga what's up with yo' dawg, folks ass fucking his bitch he hitting that raw
And I was hitting that raw
Nigga, I'm never gon' trip 'bout a bitch
Police they talm 'bout what
Nigga, I'm never gone snitch, I'm finna call Saul, gang
Niggas pop out in the dark, you bet not lack 'cause we playing ball
Look, we ain't shooting threes
Folks ass hop out the cut wit' a 50, he dumping it all
I gotta stop- I gotta stop talking 'bout bodies and shit, my fault
White bitch, she in the whip and I'm going fast and she wanna suck my balls
I heard that you got a 30, but we got the 30s and nigga we got the assaults
These bitches be tweaking, I'm knowing
Nigga, them bitches be knowing that it be they fault, on gang
You need to pour you some Wock, that'll get rid of yo' pain
I'm clutching my Glock 'cause these niggas knowing my name
I put it on God Lil Leeky got aim
A switch on the stick, changing the game
You ready to die for a li' bit of fame
Yeah, look, hollon, on god bro
I been doing this rap shit for a minute
Man these niggas need to know bro, we ain't wit' none of that fuck shit, on bro look
Better lock the fuck in 'fore we tweak out and check me out
This shit get crazy and we deep as fuck in this bitch, check
Yeah, look
I bought me Glock, ain't tryna get caught up wit' it
Tryna hit a nigga with that hot shit, on my soul
I'm on the block with lil bro 'nem, same time folks in that can
He ain't coming home
When I went broke B.O.L.O. had gave me a loan
Lil nigga I'm never, gon' switch on the gang
He switch on the gang, that nigga got hit with that chrome, it's over
And yeah, this a .40, these bullets be hot like a toaster
Ex-bitch hit my line, told her to get off my dick, lil shorty it's over
Pause, aye, still put dick in her jaws, I know she be liking it when I control her, look
And I'm love when she bending it over, I'm hot - lil nigga you colder
Everytime, I go outside, looking over my shoulder, but they do not get it
I'll go fuck on a bitch off a Xan, next day I swear I'll probably forget it
It's crazy how that nigga talking, but nigga I seen his ass walking, he wasn't even with it
Look, we'll pop out in the dark, the lake, it's nothing for me to go hit her
Bad bitch, 5'4" - she let me fuck
On gang, I can't get enough
She know she ain't nothing, I pass her to gang
Folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
Walk in the kitchen, like nigga what's cooking
Them niggas, they know how I'm coming
I got a 30 - folks got 50, nigga that's 80 all up in yo' stomach
Look
Leave his ass leaky, bitch
Yeah, aye
Leave his as leaky, bitch
Word, aye
(Enviyon on The Mix)
Look, Okay
Bad bitch, 5'4" - she let me fuck
On gang, I can't get enough
She know she ain't nothing, I pass her to gang
Folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
Walk in the kitchen, like nigga what's cooking
Them niggas, they know how I'm coming
I got a 30 - folks got 50, nigga that's 80 all up in yo' stomach
Aye
And nigga, this bitch stay tweakin' on me
I don't give a fuck, that's nothing
Know she a ho, she acting like I ain't never took nothing and made it to something
You gotta go for real, talm 'bout you don't smoke and you don't do pills
My dick in they mouth - just like a meal
Nigga I'm up - I love how it feel
And nigga what's up with yo' dawg, folks ass fucking his bitch he hitting that raw
And I was hitting that raw
Nigga, I'm never gon' trip 'bout a bitch
Police they talm 'bout what
Nigga, I'm never gone snitch, I'm finna call Saul, gang
Niggas pop out in the dark, you bet not lack 'cause we playing ball
Look, we ain't shooting threes
Folks ass hop out the cut wit' a 50, he dumping it all
I gotta stop- I gotta stop talking 'bout bodies and shit, my fault
White bitch, she in the whip and I'm going fast and she wanna suck my balls
I heard that you got a 30, but we got the 30s and nigga we got the assaults
These bitches be tweaking, I'm knowing
Nigga, them bitches be knowing that it be they fault, on gang
You need to pour you some Wock, that'll get rid of yo' pain
I'm clutching my Glock 'cause these niggas knowing my name
I put it on God Lil Leeky got aim
A switch on the stick, changing the game
You ready to die for a li' bit of fame
Yeah, look, hollon, on god bro
I been doing this rap shit for a minute
Man these niggas need to know bro, we ain't wit' none of that fuck shit, on bro look
Better lock the fuck in 'fore we tweak out and check me out
This shit get crazy and we deep as fuck in this bitch, check
Yeah, look
I bought me Glock, ain't tryna get caught up wit' it
Tryna hit a nigga with that hot shit, on my soul
I'm on the block with lil bro 'nem, same time folks in that can
He ain't coming home
When I went broke B.O.L.O. had gave me a loan
Lil nigga I'm never, gon' switch on the gang
He switch on the gang, that nigga got hit with that chrome, it's over
And yeah, this a .40, these bullets be hot like a toaster
Ex-bitch hit my line, told her to get off my dick, lil shorty it's over
Pause, aye, still put dick in her jaws, I know she be liking it when I control her, look
And I'm love when she bending it over, I'm hot - lil nigga you colder
Everytime, I go outside, looking over my shoulder, but they do not get it
I'll go fuck on a bitch off a Xan, next day I swear I'll probably forget it
It's crazy how that nigga talking, but nigga I seen his ass walking, he wasn't even with it
Look, we'll pop out in the dark, the lake, it's nothing for me to go hit her
Bad bitch, 5'4" - she let me fuck
On gang, I can't get enough
She know she ain't nothing, I pass her to gang
Folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
Walk in the kitchen, like nigga what's cooking
Them niggas, they know how I'm coming
I got a 30 - folks got 50, nigga that's 80 all up in yo' stomach
Look
Leave his ass leaky, bitch
Yeah, aye
Leave his as leaky, bitch
Word, aye
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Writer(s): Mustafa Elmaraghy
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