Young Thug, Gucci Mane - Don’t Look at Me lyrics

On the cell with Meechy and he told
Me I’m the realest nigga808 Mafia
Ya s'Gucci!This beat is so-so Metro

I’m a walking work of art, body marked
Yeah it’s marked on
Gave me brain, bless her heart
I taped it on my smartphone
Kush cologne smelling like a bale
Plus a bale of strong
Pink foamposites same color the
Shit I’m drinking on
Double cup, styrofoam cup, man I’m going on
Geeked up for a while so I
Rolled a blunt a mile long
Spikes on my feet like they cleats
Not an athlete
Christian Louboutins to the wallet, bitch
Don’t ask me i’m a King P
How you mistake me for a car thief
Me, Peewee, Thugga, Young Duke and Chief Keef
TH3 through the summer
Bitch we off the leash
Two pair of Jordans in my trunk, got that 223
Breast cancer supporter
I pour it up like Hennessy
Fuck nigga better say squad or he a enemy
Got a show in Tennessee and
I’ma charge them fifty G
Nigga say he’s headhunting
Revolver the remedy

My bitch got a body
She don’t speak no English
The Bentley on Bleveland
Don’t look when you see me
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight
Don’t you look at me
Them gators got syphilis
Her diamonds from Tiffany’s
Lil bitch I’m a demon
They know I’m a flight risk
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch

Call me Guwop Macaroni
Make you stick yourself like Tony, nigga
Stick yourself for me, nigga
Don’t step on these ponies, nigga
Monkey nuts on all my guns
So yeah them is my homies nigga
I only fuck with killas, nigga
Don’t fuck with phonies, nigga
Mob meeting with the clique
Like Lucky Luciano nigga
Medusa head, Gianni, nigga
My shoes and belt is Pucci nigga
Why they call you Gucci Man and
You head to toe Louie, nigga?
Like James Harden, re’d up on mils
But I don’t play for Houston, nigga
On the cell with Meechy and he
Told me I’m the realest nigga rIP to Fat
Shoutout to Webbie and free Boosie nigga
Three mil I got crazy
Diamonds, mental institution, nigga
Zone 6 14 year old
Killers, this the revolution, nigga
Racketeering and extortion and prostitution
Nigga bentley just pulled over me
And I’m on constitution, nigga
You hating, what you proving nigga?
Yo girl is a juicy nigga, you size me up
I fuck your bitch
You better not fuck with Gucci nigga

My bitch got a body
She don’t speak no English
The Bentley on Bleveland
Don’t look when you see me
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight
Don’t you look at me
Them gators got syphilis
Her diamonds from Tiffany’s
Lil bitch I’m a demon
They know I’m a flight risk
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch