Destroy Lonely, Future Rahma - LOOK AT MY! lyrics

Look at my, yeah
Look at my, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sammyboy)
Look at my
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at my, look at my bitch
And the way that she move
You don't want smoke, bitch
You don’t want fumes
She wanna fuck on my
She see the way that my whip goes zoom
And my dick, made that bitch go, ooh
She wanna, uh, she wanna get wifed up
But lil' bitch
I cannot put that trust up in you
I got stabbed in the back, yeah
My brother turned fake, yeah
Who woulda knew?
I just be countin' these racks, if
You try to set me up
I’m not settling for you
Yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah
Who woulda knew?
Yeah, my brothеr turned fake, yeah
Who woulda knеw?
Yeah, who woulda knew?

Look at my Dutch, and it's lacing my energy
Niggas you thought you could trust
Be your enemies
They be concerned with the
Bitches you messin' with
I'm like a when that money comin' in
She is a whore, but I don't know
Another bitch, who pussy wetter then shawty
Right there
Gave her the key to my heart
And I let her in
Fucked her right there
Boy, that gettin' wetter, 'cause
She got fetish
When I count my cheddar
Yeah, that bitch ready, bitch, you a thot
You ain’t you is a fool
If you treat that ho bad
She belong to the streets, and they kept her
Why you niggas be jealous, sad
Over bitches, that been with the bros
Those be the hoes that you sellin’ with
Not wifing a ho, you already know, yeah
You already know
You already know
You already know
Look at my

Yeah, yeah, you been knew
You already know, you been knew
You already know, I been through it
Got too many hoes, I ran through 'em
I’m on too much X, no xans though
I been countin' too many racks
My hands know
We see a nigga who want smoke
Ain't sayin' no
Bitch, we blowin’ down opps, by the bag load
I ain't fuckin' on a thot
I'm with a bad ho
Trickin' up, bitch, I got a bag, ho
Yeah, I ain't have the time, for a bad ho
Bitch, yeah, I ain't havin' time
For a sad ho
Too much weed, and tobacco
Too much lean, keep the bad hoes
Spent twenty five hundred on the jeans
I ain't mad ho
Damn, too many Glocks, you can
See I'm with the shooters
Ho
(Yup)

Look at my, look at my bitch
And the way that she move
You don't want smoke, bitch
You don't want fumes
She wanna fuck on my
She see the way that my whip goes zoom
And my dick, made that bitch go, ooh
She wanna, uh, she wanna get wifed up
But lil' bitch
I cannot put that trust up in you
I got stabbed in the back, yeah
My brother turned fake, yeah
Who woulda knew?
I just be countin' these racks, if
You try to set me up
I'm not settling for you
Yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah
Who woulda knew?
Yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah
Who woulda knew?
Yeah, who woulda knew?