Look Up To Me lyrics

These b*tches be loving me
And I got opp n*ggas that look up to me
I’m getting breesh
But when I was broke
n*ggas wasn’t plugging me
You’ll be around and be cool
And then get on Facebook subbin me
I know some b*tches I pay no mind
Claiming that they f*ck with me

Circle small
Less people to worry bout?
How you going on drills
I ain’t heard about?
If you really my brother
Let’s work it out
Take my Nina outside
Like we goin’ out
On point cause I know what I did
Gotta look both ways
Leavin’ the crib
Smell like a drill
Cause a n*gga just slid
Wish I could make all my
Dead n*ggas live
Boy I’m on that same sh*t
I makе all these n*ggas feel
The samе grip
You busy loving and kissing that b*tch
And she suck me off
With them same lips

When a n*gga get killed
Everybody wanna celebrate
I was raised on getting back
Told Lil KG if a n*gga hit you
n*gga, you better hit him back
Can’t make a track without dissin
So Imma stop name droppin
The way we drench n*ggas
They think rain dropping
All my opps got the same problem
ME
Who shot you n*gga?
Probably ME
I don’t gotta Mobb Deep
Like Prodigy
Two n*ggas the most
Probably three
Who you want LD?
Or Baby Beans?
I don’t care bout no
YouTube reaction
All I know is
These n*ggas be actin’
If a n*gga harm me
I’m reactin
All the opp n*ggas
Know I be blackin
These n*ggas hit but
Don’t listen
How you born with sight
But no vision?
And a n*gga can kill me tomorrow
So I ain’t even tryna beef
Bout b*tches

They like ‘AR you’re flow different’
‘And you look crazy
They ain’t catching you slippin’
What that mean?
Them n*ggas be cappin
And they raps be fiction
I be talkin that sh*t
That I’m livin
I be painting the
Picture so vivid
AR why they call you JR?
Cause I tote that Smith &
And I be heatin up
26 b*tch
You know for the geekin’ up
Can’t hang with a n*gga
That’s freezing up
V Bandz drop 20
He freezing up
You ain’t Drench Gang, boy
Stop piecing us
You ain’t talkin bout bread
You ain’t reaching us
All these lil b*tches
Want a piece of us
Feel like Baby and Gunna
I’m heating up

These b*tches be lovin me
And I got opp n*ggas
That look up to me
I’m getting breesh
But when I was broke
n*ggas wasn’t plugging me
You’ll be around and be cool
And then get on Facebook subbin me
I know some b*tches I pay no mind
Claiming that they f*ck with me
Type of small ass people
They worried bout?
How you going on drills
I ain’t heard about?
If you really my brother
Let’s work it out
Take my Nina outside
Like we goin’ out
On point cause I know what I did
Gotta look both ways
Leavin’ the crib
Smell like a drill
Cause a n*gga just slid
Wish I could make all my
Dead n*ggas live