League of Starz, Tyga, Problem, Nelly - Look (Officia) lyrics

And when it come down to
Block everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look and when it fall in the
Spot everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
So I’m as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!

Say what straight back like cornrows
I’m ‘bout to slam carter
I don’t slam that no more
Only words I’m tryin’ to buy it’s Cornell's
I’m bout to smoke more rolls
Everybody gonna be here tomorrow
In the same spot, with a different bitch
Pulling up, moving low in a different whip
Worry ‘bout me so PAC kFC
If I walked in the club, all eyes on me
If I leave with your bitch all eyes on me
And and when it come back to
Block everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the
Spot everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
So I’m as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!

And that’s it, keep the walls like this
Slam in big forque and the drolls no kids
Watch with the work, I’m living up my bitch
Neither for all my blab la boy
We ride ride boy
Your money looking funny, ha ha ha ha boy
Is that young fly fully, got account
LA’s best I’m running like an option
Play no game like the
Mothercking locked out season
Run up one roll in this knock out season
The hood been the can’t get more belly
And we bout fresh, I can’t get my doggy

And when it come back to
Block everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the
Spot everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
So I’m as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!

Fuck you mean, I ain’t payed in traffic
Drop top no shade
Memorial day dollars never late
My son son gone' be straight, off this cake
I make you ain’t half the man as me
Fuck you mean last king money
Teen bitches scheme hotter than
The titties last time
She don’t work for me wrist game
All they say we talk about is currency
Nigga you would too, if you had as half as me
Auggh baller, athlete
(Pop pop) a rapper now a nigga after me
Gun smoke, laughter, good fellow crime scene
Watch how your little big homie
Get it cracking when I

And when it come back to
Block everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
And when the fall in the
Spot everybody gonna look
Everybody gonna look
So I’m as well get some, look out! watch me!
Get some, look out, ohh!
So I get some, look out, ohh
Get some, look out!