Fat Nick - How I Look lyrics
[Fat Nick - How I Look lyrics]
Boy tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Brand new brand Breitling, tell me I look
Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Forgi whippin on my whip, tell me how I look
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
Countin lean, dope smoke
And I'm coming down
Smart jug flexing
Euro bitch she whippin Lexus
Got this dope from the west
But my pints straight from Texas
Pussy ass lil boy go and tell me how you feel
Dropped out ninth grade and
I'm still getting deals
Jug phone boomin squeeze the seal
And made a deal
Yeah yo bitch love me cause the
Way that my tongue feel
Got Forgi's on my segway
Wack yo ass in broad day smoking super dope
And I only want yo bitch face
Tweeting at a lame
Come I'll show you how it's done
Never cuffed no thot, quick bust then I punt
Different colored xans
Got em looking like some Runts
Vintage ass Bape, this designer make me stunt
Got a double deuce, and I ain't sipping cut
Drop two full bars in my syrofoam cup
Got the bitch steady tweaking
Yeah I fed her ass a flat
All this lame ass goofs bitch I
Ex 'em by the map
Saying I ain't jug cause the
Color of my skin
Bitch I push more weight than
The body that I'm in
Bitch I been getting hoes
Boy I been smoking thrax
No, no new squad boy we ain't doing drafts
Got yo girl so wet, in that pussy need a raft
Yeah she bust it wide open and
I ain't even need to ask
Yeah she rolling, what you holding
Pistol make your face stay glowing
Thottie blowing, leave you flowing
All these opps be come and going
What you bout, counting clout
Took yo bitch now walk it out
Poured a fifth, out the shit's
Sicko gas gon' got me lit
Tweetin' drillin', feel like feeling
Pussy boy ain't with the shit's
Mask down, hit the ground
Buffet boys we run around
Boy tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Brand new brand Breitling, tell me I look
Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Forgi whippin on my whip, tell me how I look
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
Countin lean, dope smoke
And I'm coming down
Brand new brand Breitling, tell me I look
Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Forgi whippin on my whip, tell me how I look
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
Countin lean, dope smoke
And I'm coming down
Smart jug flexing
Euro bitch she whippin Lexus
Got this dope from the west
But my pints straight from Texas
Pussy ass lil boy go and tell me how you feel
Dropped out ninth grade and
I'm still getting deals
Jug phone boomin squeeze the seal
And made a deal
Yeah yo bitch love me cause the
Way that my tongue feel
Got Forgi's on my segway
Wack yo ass in broad day smoking super dope
And I only want yo bitch face
Tweeting at a lame
Come I'll show you how it's done
Never cuffed no thot, quick bust then I punt
Different colored xans
Got em looking like some Runts
Vintage ass Bape, this designer make me stunt
Got a double deuce, and I ain't sipping cut
Drop two full bars in my syrofoam cup
Got the bitch steady tweaking
Yeah I fed her ass a flat
All this lame ass goofs bitch I
Ex 'em by the map
Saying I ain't jug cause the
Color of my skin
Bitch I push more weight than
The body that I'm in
Bitch I been getting hoes
Boy I been smoking thrax
No, no new squad boy we ain't doing drafts
Got yo girl so wet, in that pussy need a raft
Yeah she bust it wide open and
I ain't even need to ask
Yeah she rolling, what you holding
Pistol make your face stay glowing
Thottie blowing, leave you flowing
All these opps be come and going
What you bout, counting clout
Took yo bitch now walk it out
Poured a fifth, out the shit's
Sicko gas gon' got me lit
Tweetin' drillin', feel like feeling
Pussy boy ain't with the shit's
Mask down, hit the ground
Buffet boys we run around
Boy tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Brand new brand Breitling, tell me I look
Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Forgi whippin on my whip, tell me how I look
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
Countin lean, dope smoke
And I'm coming down