Who Made You Look

[Intro]
's Wavo

[Verse 1]
Just got done fuckin' in the crib
I'm schemin' about some billions and why
Our niggas got greedy when Pac died
The gun slap
Your forehead leaked when it cracked
All a fucker had to do was walk and follow the map
Not the type of nigga walkin' round watchin' my back
'cause if I leave him on his back he only watchin' the skies laugh
Circlin' vulture, black wings flap
Put you under some shade so you don't dry out
The birds dragged his body 'bout a mile out
Them sugar hills steep
I wrote this nocturnal smoke high in my sleep
Date night, we spinnin' that white girl, that's a slow dance
All soft, we don't sell boy, we don't bromance
Glock loaded, thе block frozen
Fiend stoppin' and goin'
Mouth open likе they saw the Wave God glowin'
My nigga go up
With all these hoes on my heels and wheels
A nigga need a tow truck

[Chorus]
Who shot ya?
Nobody made you look
This is my arena, Gilbert, you shot yourself in the foot, fucker
Don't make me drop ya name in this hook
Your bitch she a slave to a page in my phonebook
Who shot ya?
Nobody made you look
This is my arena, Gilbert, you shot yourself in the foot, fucker
Don't make me drop ya name in this hook
Your bitch she a slave to a page in my phonebook
Who shot ya?

[Verse 2]
You rap niggas dress real cute
But what the fuck y'all dumpin' drums for, y'all niggas can't shoot?
All I need is that one headshot through that red drop
You smelled the gas when the lead popped
You high off afterlife, fucker
You fuckin' scramblin' mice
Want you fake niggas suckin' off pipes
I mean, I know how long y'all niggas been wantin' some rep
But you can sweep my skybox and I'll show some respect
The underground Professor X
The young L.A. Reid, who wanna be next?
I don't mind sharin' music, I'm the fuckin' best
Take my kindness and arrogance
That penthouse flow, the waviest

[Chorus]
Who shot ya?
Nobody made you look
This is my arena, Gilbert, you shot yourself in the foot, fucker
Don't make me drop ya name in this hook
Your bitch she a slave to a page in my phonebook
Who shot ya?
Nobody made you look
This is my arena, Gilbert, you shot yourself in the foot, fucker
Don't make me drop ya name in this hook
Your bitch she a slave to a page in my phonebook
Who shot ya?

[Outro]
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's Wavo
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