WHAT I LOOK LIKE (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Now what I look like And if it ain't money, I don't look right Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue, Suge Knight Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice" New G63, cut the roof not the top back We shootin' 223's at the roof, knock his top back I'm in another league, when I speak you can't talk back 'Cause I talk big racks and I tote big straps And I can't snort lines because I sold crack And I don't do lines, I sleep through these bags Don't sneak diss online, 'cause I still squeeze .9's Just pull a flatline and push your shit back Now what I look like And if it ain't money, I don't look right Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue, Suge Knight (yeah, yeah) Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice" (yeah, yeah, baby, let's get it) Rippin' and flippin' that thing, I ship it off, wrap a book tight (yeah) Niggas been switchin' the smack, I still got crack, I got good white (yeah) Chicken with twenty-eight racks, I'm takin' it back if it cook right (yeah-yeah) Hundred and eight-four pounds, bitch, I'm the real skinny Suge Knight (woo) Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage, that's one the rabbit holes (yeah) Nigga ran off, had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole (yeah) I just copped the Buckhead Copton for my Atlanta hoe (bitch) I'm gettin' sloppy top with the .7 in automatic mode I pray Lord, Allah, got forgiveness for killers (yeah) We pray when we lost but forget when we winnin' (yeah) Courthouse, penitentiary, was not my intention I front door my front seats, in front of my engine, yeah Sports cars off the work, call 'em work cars (yeah) Your hoe don't like a like a hitta blow, I let the vert 'cause (yeah) For Christmas time I got obituaries for your squad I put that shit on DVL 'cause I don't swear to God, yeah And what the fuck I look like And if it ain't money, I don't look right Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue, Suge Knight Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice"