Lookin4Me

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Still ride with the tool took your shit know you're looking for me
I sell ice in the trap make a dope fiend freeze
I got band shit bustin' the seams
In love with the blue bills I get cheese
I hope the chopstick close like it's crack rock bitch I'ma fiend
All for the bodies in love with the murders
Got hit with them 7.62s he ain't make it through surgery
He alone on the bag this'll stick up a birdie
Two glicks masked up nigga we purging
All black when the seat back slide in a 'Burban
Try to run he caught shells in his back like a turtle
See 12 I'ma ditch 'em I ain't throwing my burner
I got them racks out the trap I'ma earn 'em
Cartier frames still can't see when I'm turing
In love with the money on go this shit urgent

[Verse]
All about money get the cash that's the main rule
I put the Glock on his ass now he can't move
Ain't worried 'bout the opposite, nigga we can't lose
All had chopsticks nigga we came through
Streets get cold got a Canada Goose
And I keep me a Draco, came with the boot
Bitch-nigga got his gun took can't even shoot
When them 7.62s hit sound like a flute
Pouring lean I'm in love with the juice
I got ice, I got your bitch wan' choose
I got a bankroll, your bitch in love with the blues
I got the case closed, I put his ass on the moon
Too many shots put his ass on the news
He caught a headshot shouldn't been playing with a tool
I'ma dog I'ma don I ain't never been a fool
Bitch I'ma dog I'm off the arm I don't care about the fools
Still pouring up drank still sip by the deuce
I'm a real street nigga know you heard 'bout me too
Might slide down the back with that .308
Or that big Draco shake like an earthquake
We on that Homicide Double Back we raise the murder rate
Get a new bankroll do that shit everyday
Catch a hundred plays we get that shit every way
We don't fuck with new niggas Goon crack at his face

[Chorus]
Still ride with the tool took your shit know you're looking for me
I sell ice in the trap make a dope fiend freeze
I got band shit bustin' the seams
In love with the blue bills I get cheese
I hope the chopstick close like a crack rock bitch I'ma fiend
All for the bodies in love with the murders
Got hit with them 7.62s he ain't make it through surgery
He alone on the bag this'll stick up a birdie
Two glicks masked up nigga we purging
All black when the seat back slide in a 'Burban
Try to run he caught shells in his back like a turtle
See 12 I'ma ditch 'em I ain't throwing my burner
I got them racks out the trap I'ma earn 'em
Cartier frames still can't see when I'm turing
In love with the money on go this shit urgent