Look

[Intro]
3damind

[Verse 1]
That trigger finger I'll abuse it, look
Shit get deeper than music, look
Talk that shit, that’s foolish, look
Say my name now you loosing, look
We don’t cuff no bitch that’s treeshy, look
Set OD for that PD, look
Look, I’m not hitting no bitch that’s Dee V, uh
Why do that I got Lee Lee? Uh
I know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for that homicide
If it's drama time, we make mommas cry
You going down if you take one of mine
You better buckle up
Call a bitch just to set you up to have fun with us
You can bring the baddies, just enough of us
And them niggas know not to fuck wit us
Better buckle up, hold on, wait, look
You can see he scared in his face, look
Better not touch that waist, look
Body shot he was dropping the rake, look
If he run, better pick up the pace, look
If not, turn his brain into paste, look
Cops tryna ask no way, uh
JT gotta switch that lane, look

[Verse 2]
Look, there we go, that's bendin', that's faster
The car gettin' whipped like batter
All the opp's they fill me with laughter
Give a fuck, put the guns in the camera
14, tryna buy me a hammer
Lord knows, I ain't wanna see the slammer'
If he front he get peeled like banana
She drivin' the boat, that's treeshy, look
Just give me that work, that TD, look
All in her walls like a [?], look
Off a 10, I'mma make it look easy, look
They hate, got my song on repeat, just to figure out ways they can be me
Trust no bitch, she sneaky, look
But her ass fat like RiRi, look

[Verse 3]
I ain't no I was such a influence, when I try to be nice, don't try to abuse it
I don't know what's so confusing, 'cause this shit can get deeper than music, look
Watch how he toss and he turn, ducking the [?], I can tell they burnt, look
Lurkin', he talkin' he pussy, he [?]
Catch 'em, he [?], that boy gotta learn, look
Look, and I hated, I waited my turn
You can tell I ain't playin' when I'm talkin' this verse, look

[Verse 4]
Look, he got bunt, no wait, no return
Heard he got hit, but that ain't my concern, look
Talkin' shit, that bastard
Gotta good shooter, all white like Casper, look
She don't wanna fuck, won't ask her, look
I'mma try her friend right after, look
Look at my waist, so I bagged her
Niggas know that we the baba snatchers, look
See us, they tryna run faster, look
See us, they tryna run faster, look
That's that shit don't matter
We do drills, smoke spliffs right after, look
That boy really soft, he a actor, look
Catch 'em, get poked like cracker, look
Ain't no dyin', still ridin' wit' my Trey 57
Bro tried to cop him a MAC-11
Told Nine bring the knocks, 'cause we tryna [?]
Told Nine bring the knocks, 'cause we tryna [?]