Everybody Looking

Let's do this The hood niggas The goons Let's go Errybody lookin' Yo, yo Lambo's get the bitches Mo hoes Stove make the cookies Oh, oh Hurtin' these suckas feelings Ouch, ouch Yo, yo, yo, come check this crazy flow I gotta go and do this show Just where is Tokyo? Yo, yo, damn, Bricksquad be burnin 'dro Drink bur man and white folk with me I got cash to blow Yo, yo, your nose gon' grow just like Pinocchio You're lying that your hot as me but that is not the truth Oh, no, my left, right wrist is truly extra cold My flow sick need them extra, oh's, I need an extra stove So, so, I'm so icy my squad run in snow You know it and you knew before so much dough I shut down the store Hoes, hoes, I bird-feed these bitches like they like were crows I pull the totem pole out and leave them pussies swole Errybody lookin' Yo, yo Lambo's get the bitches Mo hoes Stove make the cookies Oh, oh Hurtin' these suckas feelings Ouch, ouch Errybody lookin' Yo, yo Lambo's get the bitches Mo hoes Stove make the cookies Oh, oh Hurtin' these suckas feelings Ouch, ouch Space age, what you though? What you think I say? I make money different ways give banks all through the day Hey, hey, damn I paved my way, I payed my way I used to sell a lot of yay, I moved a key a day Wait, wait, way, way, way, way back in the day I ran the A, me and my who 2 shotguns and a K Now I'm getting' that stupid cake I'll put you to sleep like Jake the Snake Then throw big faces right in your face right in front the place One day you might get some money maybe 12 bars if you pay me Excuse me, girl, you want some babies? Gucci you can't have my babies One day I'ma go to magic city See some ass and titties Scur some shrimp, sip some liquor, all these bitches fuckin' with me Errybody lookin' Yo, yo Lambo's get the bitches Mo hoes Stove make the cookies Oh, oh Hurtin' these suckas feelings Ouch, ouch Errybody lookin' Yo, yo Lambo's get the bitches Mo hoes Stove make the cookies Oh, oh Hurtin' these suckas feelings Ouch, ouch Goddamn, Gucci Mane just bought another Lamb Chevy with the crazy cam, I pull over with that stupid slam Yeah, plus I got all this jewelry on Flexin' like I'm Serious Jones, Bubba Kush still my cologne Word up? Bricksquad put your birds up You ain't never heard nothing if you never heard of us Blood cuz run to you, you can't rep no more Matter you can't breathe no more Blow so hard that there is nothing left for sure What? I'm royalty like King Tut Got someone to introduce you to, baby, thats deez nutz Plus I wouldn't give a flying fuck 'bout none of that shit you fuss about I fly them in them bus 'em out there's nothing left to talk about Errybody lookin' Yo, yo Lambo's get the bitches Mo hoes Stove make the cookies Oh, oh Hurtin' these suckas feelings