Look (feat. OG Tec)

Molo

I'm moving a lot so it's too hard to hit me

Shoot at the ops cause he moving too shifty

I got a lot so I shoot till it's end

Bouncing and bouncing and keep it in motion

She coming, she subbed me, she don't need a notion

Drip is too wet like I keep using lotion

I been getting bread so I'm steady up toast

Shop always open, we never gon' close it

Flash like a camera, we never gon' post it

No face, no case, they always gon' close it

We don't play no games, we don't kickin' dough shit

Hittin' the neighbors, we gettin' some bullshit

Runnin' your mouth, yeah, that gets your dough split

Don't wanna shoot, we gettin' a long clip

Two of these bitches, it look like I clueless

Look, there go a-op with a Glock that's a semi

I got two drums with two Glock 1050

Cosmo and Wanda, but no I'm not T

Look, stack up the racks in the stacks, we got plenty

Said they love me, but really it's envy

Red out on his head like he grew up in Hindi

Whippin' and flippin' and pigeons

Riding around with my ceiling missin'

My palms itchin'

I stackin bread with no intermission Yo bitch choosin

Cuz the way my diamonds glissin I keep that 4 tucked

Off in my denims Try to rob me you gon be a murder victim

I'm never slipping, I'm Nino in my city

Plugged in with SA, we flooded through the city

I'm whipping white girl, pimping Katy Perry

I'm slanging rocks on my block like a slang shot

The only language I speak is that fucking guap

I'm riding with four burners on me like a stovetop

Try to catch me slipping, get cooked like poke chives

Look, there go a operating clock to see me

I got two drums with two clocks as I'm 50

Cosmo and Wonder with Norm, I take

Look, stack up the racks and the stacks we got plenty

Said that they love me but really it's envy

Read that on his head like he grew up in him

Look, I'm moving a lot so it's too hard to hit me

Shoot at the us cause he movin' too shifty

I got a lot so I shoot till it's ink

Thank you