Look (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Zelly Ocho]
(b*tch, I got racks)
I got them racks to get, yeah
Get up and count up a fit
I ain't gon' throw no fit, yeah
Look at this fresh-ass fit
Look at my bad-ass b*tch, look
Look, I'm just counting that sh*t, look (D-Dkanee)
Look, I'm just counting that sh*t, look
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look, yeah
Look how I'm counting this sh*t, yeah
Look how I'm f*cking that b*tch, yeah
Look how I give that b*tch X
That b*tch think she a dancer
Yeah, n*ggas always wanna put smoke in the room like cancer
Man, these n*ggas ain't on sh*t, these n*ggas really a disaster

[Verse: Zelly Ocho]
Zelly just looking for answers (Woah)
Zelly just looking for answers (VLAD)
Yeah, I'm just looking for answers (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm just looking for answers (b*tch, I got racks)
I put time in this sh*t, I can't go backwards
She said she love me, don't say the L word
It's f*ck the afterlife, I'm just living on Earth
And what comes aftеr, you know I'm not scared (D-Dkanee)
Yeah, racks on me, thеy legit
I got a bag on me, yeah, b*tch
Fake n*ggas always switch
Don't give a f*ck 'bout your promo page
I'ma just hop out and rage
Free all my dogs out the cage
I f*ck that b*tch, she my aid
And I'ma suck on that pus*y with fangs
You better get out the way
Oh, I just jumped off the stage
I used to be on the block, catch a fade (yeah)
I used to get up every single day
I worked my ass off, I gotta get paid, yeah
Look, look, look (b*tch, I got racks)
Look how I count up that mula, yeah
That pus*y get wet like Bermuda
Bro locked up 'cause he really a shooter (Blat)
Throwing up Bs with Buddah (What?)
I wanna rap to that pus*y, yeah
Just like K Suave music, yeah
Going insane, I might lose it (D-Dkanee)
VLAD lifestyle and you might get recruited
[Chorus: Zelly Ocho]
I got them racks to get, yeah
Get up and count up a fit
I ain't gon' throw no fit, yeah
Look at this fresh-ass fit
Look at my bad-ass b*tch, look
Look, I'm just counting that sh*t, look
Look, I'm just counting that sh*t, look
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look, yeah
Look how I'm counting this sh*t, yeah
Look how I'm f*cking that b*tch, yeah
Look how I give that b*tch X
That b*tch think she a dancer (b*tch, I got racks)
Yeah, n*ggas always wanna put smoke in the room like cancer
Man, these n*ggas ain't on sh*t, these n*ggas really a disaster

[Verse 2: tana]
Look, look
We made that boy throw a fit (D-Dkanee)
We doing ten every show
This b*tch off of the X, I think she a dancer
We the type to hold you for ransom
Lil' b*tch, I don't got no manners
She said the di*k was outstanding
I brought the ho, got her looking for answers
Look how that ho jump like Prancer
I gotta walk with a panther
Look at this fresh-ass fit, look at my flee-ass b*tch, look
I cannot stress 'bout sh*t, they saw the swag and they bit, look
Tell them blogs get off my di*k, y'all n*ggas don't know sh*t, look
Y'all n*ggas really ain't gang, get extorted right out the clique, look