No Look

I come crazy with the recipes
When the ball's in my hands, don't let me cook
Come fantastic with my finishes
Call me Richards when I Reed you like a book
I don't wanna clown you with your homies watching
But I think it's your ankles I shook
Pull up for three to game it in your face
Tell me when it drops, 'cause I don't look

I've been working on my bars
I've been logging late hours
I'm just watching stitches healing into scars
Checking seeds I planted in me
Still using whiskey to feed my flowers
Still bumping no regard
Still playing all my cards
No issue finding guns in this chest
Smoke you out with a DMR from a hundred yards
I be living my best
Living my life like I'm Nikola in the post
I don't wanna take nothing serious
Also a sucker for dimes I suppose
Jack and Jim got me moving delirious
I can slide like butter on you like toast
I should go and do it for the experience
I ain't the type to come out here and boast
But I got the pen for it if you're so curious

I keep it coming, that bottomless flow
Fill up your glass, I don't deal with hooks
I stay ready with the verses
Like you're the one of 100 sheep I cop with rod and crook
I wanna Castle, you be looking like Beckett
I ain't no vet but you could be my rook
Let me lob it to you off the glass
Tell me when you slam it, 'cause I don't look

Now I really got it popping
I slip the screen and step out to the arc
Give me my bucket
I feel like a quark and antiquark pair
My brother told me that you just can't cut it
Throw the overhand when I slip the jab
Playing rope-a-dope like you was a puppet
She's been asking for another drink in me
Ah, fuck it (hahaa)
We ball now, I'm activating systems
We ball now, ain't no shots I'm missing
I call now
You can come get this wisdom
Pull it out his fucking jaw when you kiss him
In case you're wondering
Him is me, I am him
Fill my cup with liquor to the brim
The Thing is
I Ben waiting for the sauce to hit me like Grimm
(it's clobbering time!)

I been serving up that Michelin standard
I stay eating out but I don't need no cook
When I'm on the sticks, I next gen her
70 on the Celtics like I'm Book (buckets!)
Everyone loves when I step in the room
Ain't never been a hand I haven't shook
Pour me another glass when I run out
Tell me when it's empty, 'cause I don't look

Clock is ticking and that might be my favorite time
Game point is when I shine
It's a damn crime when the shot ain't mine
I take it from anywhere
I don't roll around with a preference
Your girl can check me as a reference
I'll give you pointers just cuz I'm generous (you're welcome!)
My bag is deep
Weapons like I'm playing at the Emirates
I don't lay tracks down for the benefits
I layer vocal tracks for the emphasis
Never laying up, I got a prejudice
I'm allergic to the paint, so I shoot it from where Dame does
I ain't drinking to get a tame buzz
I ain't giving them the ball back 'cause

I'ma dance on whatever defender
Rocking crocs on TikTok
Call me Captain Hook
I was tryna pick your pocket for your heart
Don't you try to label me a crook
I wanna Castle, you be looking like Beckett
I ain't no vet but you could be my rook
Let me lob it to you off the glass
Tell me when you slam it, 'cause I don't look

I don't look
I don't look, bitch (woo!)
Aw, that's gas, baby
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