LBDT (feat. Facade)
Bitch you fucked up
Like fuck that
Whole gang like rugrats
Bitch you know we walk around hit 'em with a head tap
New wave like boom bap
New kid like who dat
New 'benz we zoom past
Fri-ends like fuck Zach
Bitches playing hard to get we all know that your soft
You keep talking to the mic until we cut it off
I know that you watching me so look but don't touch (Yuh)
Look but don't touch (Yuh)
Look but don't touch bitch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch bitch
Aye
Look but don't touch, I got that pistol, I'm clutchin' my piece
Prada that's all on my wallet my fleece
My buddy told me keep my head out the streets
I feel like Dalai Lama with the peace
But I kamikaze on these beats
Get a pile of gs for being me, so no apologies for being me
Put on my chain I walk with a hunch
I feel like I'm Gunna 200 for lunch
200 baddies, too bad they all dumb
Cause somebody told him that I got the funds, so I run I ran, huh, dippin' out like hologram, huh
If you messin' with my bands, huh, then you boutta get banned
Better call up the minister, look but don't touch I might finish ya'
Boy this track is gettin' sinister, XXL hit my digits up
I just want somethin' exotic
Move my ass somewhere out the tropics
While they tryna switch up like hot shit
My numbers blowin' up quick like rockets
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch bitch
Look but don't touch little bitch get your hands off of the piece
Watch where I step when I dunk I don't crease
My pockets are fatter my jeans are obese
They told me I'm weird and told them thats me
Stuck in the heat better check the degree
Now you nerdy little bitches couldn't make it on a plea and you couldn't even tell me what's the key
Uh try me
Shooting a shot I just shoot in high beam
Shutting down spots I just do it nightly
I was getting bullied but I said I'm naïve
Dropping concepts that they couldn't conceive
Calling me trash I forgot oh remind me
different but I changed from the past step back JT hit as hard as the 808 hit on the beat
Like fuck that
Whole gang like rugrats
Bitch you know we walk around hit 'em with a head tap
New wave like boom bap
New kid like who dat
New 'benz we zoom past
Fri-ends like fuck Zach
Bitches playing hard to get we all know that your soft
You keep talking to the mic until we cut it off
I know that you watching me so look but don't touch (Yuh)
Look but don't touch (Yuh)
Look but don't touch bitch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch bitch
Aye
Look but don't touch, I got that pistol, I'm clutchin' my piece
Prada that's all on my wallet my fleece
My buddy told me keep my head out the streets
I feel like Dalai Lama with the peace
But I kamikaze on these beats
Get a pile of gs for being me, so no apologies for being me
Put on my chain I walk with a hunch
I feel like I'm Gunna 200 for lunch
200 baddies, too bad they all dumb
Cause somebody told him that I got the funds, so I run I ran, huh, dippin' out like hologram, huh
If you messin' with my bands, huh, then you boutta get banned
Better call up the minister, look but don't touch I might finish ya'
Boy this track is gettin' sinister, XXL hit my digits up
I just want somethin' exotic
Move my ass somewhere out the tropics
While they tryna switch up like hot shit
My numbers blowin' up quick like rockets
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch
Woah, Yuh
Look but don't touch bitch
Look but don't touch little bitch get your hands off of the piece
Watch where I step when I dunk I don't crease
My pockets are fatter my jeans are obese
They told me I'm weird and told them thats me
Stuck in the heat better check the degree
Now you nerdy little bitches couldn't make it on a plea and you couldn't even tell me what's the key
Uh try me
Shooting a shot I just shoot in high beam
Shutting down spots I just do it nightly
I was getting bullied but I said I'm naïve
Dropping concepts that they couldn't conceive
Calling me trash I forgot oh remind me
different but I changed from the past step back JT hit as hard as the 808 hit on the beat
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Writer(s): Apollo Apollo
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