Lookaround

[Intro]
Ayy
We got a hunnid, the stocks
Gunning for locks
Drumming's the bops
Ayy
We got a hunnid, the stocks...
Rising, we gunning for...
Ayy

[Verse 1]
We got a hunnid, the stocks rising
We gunning for locks
Under my drumming’s the bops
Cut up the onions and opps
Fuck all the others, it’s chopped
Only my punnett, the box
Gutters we cover and crop
Out with my bruddas, it’s topped
Town got a ton of that salt
Fuck it, y’all pushed to a halt
Fuck it, they made it my fault
We staying, it’s safe in the vault
I gotta do what I’m taught
Dealt with the statements and notes
Tall as a bitch on my folks
The smoke I hand out’s nefarious
Fuck it, we out, and we airing it
Out from my couch, getting arrogant
One of the house, Ian sharing shit
Found all the routes, and I’m gearing it
Fuck nigga snotty, get Claritin
Yuh

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy
We having fun, I’m outside
My God is up sky
We hungry, I can not deny
You under me, aiming that fye
We could’ve been up with them guys
But I got a humble my mind
I don’t got enough, and that’s fine
We bubbling, upping the budget is imminent
Gone make a ton of it
Tucking your tongue ain’t for others
And I’m really in this for us
And these niggas ain’t innocent, bluffing
I’m picking a blick for bussing
I’m bumming
Bring Benjamin up to the buttons, it's going down
I can fold the goalie, Imma hold it down
Found an allegory for the fucking clowns
Niggas out of stories, don’t hear nothing now
Knuckle up, it’s crowds
Functions and the sounds
Bring a hundred rounds and a hundred nouns
Walk em up and down, tore another down
Bro sure a clown
Brochure for now
Look around
Yeah