Look Like That

Woo, Damn
Yeah, Randy

[Verse 1: Randy]

Welcome to Atlanta, need some drugs I got the answer (god damn)
She call me, I don't answer, she be frontin' I can't stand her
Pull up to the function, one in the chamber like I'm Russian
I got pocket aces you just bluffin', baddie bitch gave me concussion
Shorty say she loves me, I just don't know what to say
I can smell that bullshit, tell her miss me like Ole
Bitch I be getting these funds
I'm getting this bread, you getting these crumbs
I see me a fed go bum-bum-bum-bum
You smoked in the head, I get smoke in my lungs (yah!)

[Verse 2: Larry Loudpack]

It's some bands up on my left, and It's some bands up on my right
That bitch got too high, she thinking she gon' die tonight (K.O.)
Dumb loud sack, and you know that shit bite (woof)
He flexing I'm like "no sir", but you know I ain't polite (no manners)
I can't really see y'all boys, it's dark up in the shack
Talking smack about the pack, i got thrax in my slacks
Cash up in the dark shadows, pills in my anorak
I told you the truth, I don't know why you look like that

[Verse 3: SenseiATL]

Got a stupid thottie, boy she look like Goldilocks (she dumb)
If you need that musty pack, I got it in my socks (that stank)
Snipe you with the slingshot, you know how I rock
Cashing, laughing to the bank, booming with that stock
Drop top coupe, flexing like I'm Bruce Wayne
Katana in my drawers, I might leave your bitch slain
Take off on that slut, flying in my jetpack
Ludacris with the toolie, you might want to get back

[Verse 4: Turls]

See me everyday, never say shit
Nigga I am not the one to play with
Yeah I had to hit 'em with the play switch
Hit a lick, yeah I'm eating on the plate switch
Hey, I'm the gate keeper
Them niggas talking shit I hit them with the ether
If you need me man, hit me on my beeper
I at least smoke an eighth, I'm the slim reaper