What It Look Like lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, squad, squad
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad

[Verse 1]
You let her give you a milk mustache
I was on my way to get the cash
You sent a di*k picture, she said you sad
All these blue hundreds where my racks
I used to need money on the gas
I used to need 10 on the smoke
I was in the alleyway, on front$treet, hand on the dope
Slick knows fans for the folks
b*tch I'm from the motherf*ckin' go, where your chances are low
If you getting bread, you could be toast
I been on the west for years now, might hit my city wearin' somе locs
Yo hoe be commenting up on my post
3 bеds in this b*tch, but I still might f*ck her on the floor
The stick I’m stuck to it just like a post
Told that b*tch you better not be getting outta line or you’ll get choked
The new choppa I got came with a scope
n*ggas don't even know how to use a gun
How the f*ck they gone know how to use a scope?
Damn

[Chorus]
Run up boy, you gonna die
It's a .45, what it look like?
Streets don't love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back
Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plate, gone and get one
I'm a greedy n*gga, I'm on my 61
I got me a b*tch, and got my di*k one
[Verse 2]
I got me a chain and got one for my daughter too
LV slippers look like I'm finna barbecue
All this dope other than rabbit you ah think I harvest too
Came down the wrong block we turnt his car to particles
All my star devils at war I feel like RB2
We gotta to drive throught them, we serving beef like arby's do
I might pull up to the white house in an army suit
You don’t want smoke boy we got the same sh*t that the army do
I'm the n*gga with an army suit with a Balenciga boots
Folks broke his hand on yo sh*t, now yo ass snaggle-tooth
I don't remember last time I saw a grown man snaggle-toothed
But I be flying around, fly as hell like a falcon do
Pull up to the spot every time she see my she be like that's my boo
If you see me ridin' around in a car with em, them my dudes
Finna serve an avelanche, pack my boots
That she say he say sh*t, most of that sh*t is semi true
Lamborghini lifting up like a semi-tool
We got sigal squeeze pistols, we got semi too
Put the hellcat up, like whatchu him I do?
Ain't you Chief Sosa? Hell naw am I who?
Lion, tigers, polar bears in my zoo
Pull up really strapped, like a camera crew
You might pull up and see me in your avenue
b*tch I'm almighty, like the Evan dude
[Chorus]
Run up boy, you gonna die
It's a .45, what it look like?
Streets don't love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back
Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plate, gone and get one
I'm a greedy n*gga, I'm on my 61
I got me a b*tch, and got my di*k one