Look At Me (feat. Juvenile, B.G., Lil Wayne & Birdman)

(Biyotch)

What's happenin', what's happenin'

You got to love this here ****

My boys, my Hot Boys

Juvie and Geezy

Bout to lace this game, ****

Do it the way we do it wit E-4-0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches

Stealin' ****'s cars to TVs in Expeditions

Thuggin' is how I play it, everyday, all day

I keep it all they way real, I can't see it no other way

I represent mine, Hot Boys

Slip up, my whole clique rides, get shot boy

Dat's how it go, we straight do or die

We checkmate ho ****

Then come where yo mama live at and kick in the do' ****

Let's get this shit cracklin'

My probation officer's gonna know what happened

Stay out the way, I'm H-O-T and 'bout that action

Hooded up wit them slugs and face masks in camouflage fashion

I'm all about that luxury (luxury)

I'm also bout puttin' fifty in your head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me

I'm gon' be here for a minute, you gotta respect it

There's a lot of **** outchea gettin' killed to accept it

Bitch

Freezer burnt platinum on my pinky (Look at me)

Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (What?)

I'm like dat , it's like dat (Look at me)

Freezer burnt platinum on my pinky (Look at me)

Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (What?)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (Look at me)

Charlie Hustle on it, in the fast lane drivin' slow

Wit a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad ass ho

Squattin' fo' times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues

Bouncin' up and down right next to me is the the call from the broads

Uh, sound system on blew-blam-blah

Puffin' on  a doobie, almost scrubbed, dang it burnt in my lap

Smokin' trees wit the window up

Traffic backed up, middle finger up

I don't associate or  surround myself with C.I.s

Confidential informants, snitches

Affidavits, stool pigeons

Marks, simple Simon suckers sap simps

I be kickin' it real tough wit the

P.I.s, hustlers tycoons

Gangstas, killas, that might not even look like it

Wit trophies up under they shelf

Sky ballers, all kind of pimps

Player-type individuals, thugged out hunnid thousandaires

**** rich, ****, lieutenants, bosses, gazillionaires

New millennium wallers, high rollers, wailers, hoodlums, thugs

House parties, strip joints, gamblin' shacks, and hole in the wall clubs

Bitch

Freezer burnt platinum on my pinky (Look at me)

Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (What?)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (Look at me)

Freezer burnt platinum on my pinky (Look at me)

Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (What?)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (Look at me)

It's like neighborhood shit wit a gangsta bitch

So get yo paper straight, ****, and go and buy some shit

TVs inside when I ride, bitch

And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints

Fulfilled my dreams, I'm a rich bitch

And when I hit yo hood, I'ma blind a bitch

Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin' shit

Dyin', gon' be here past 99, slick

Rewind, these hoes back to time, slick

So **** slap that bitch, bat that bitch

Kick her in the ass and tell that ho Hot Boy in this bitch

So ****, fuck dat bitch

Tell her suck yo' dick

Now, here come the youngest, Wayne

You can call me Weezy

Flyin' up the interstate in a Lamborghini

Police right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph

I flip flop keys, I get my Gs

I spit my threes, if you twist my cheese

I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the Feds

If you think that you can stop us, boy go 'head

Bitch

Freezer burnt platinum on my pinky (Look at me)

Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (What?)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (Look at me)

Freezer burnt platinum on my pinky (Look at me)

Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (What?)

I'm like dat, it's like dat (Look at me)

We beezy in the HVs in this mothafucka mane (the Hot Boys)

Juvenile, ya heard about me

The BG, the number one stunna, baby, 32 golds, ya heard me

The Bay area and the UPT, the connected, ****

Ya gotta respect it, it's off the heezy