Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda - I Don't Like the Look of It lyrics

I don't like the look of it

Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup
Got a nigga movin slow
I'm all about the money
What the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don't act like you don't know
I'm killin all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for
Yo' motherfuckin funeral
Keep the women with me
Shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday
Like we won the fuckin Super Bowl
Chillin wit my nigga Mack
He keep bitches handy
White girl on the table
Let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin by, the women sayin
"Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda
That nigga!"
I was raised in the home of the cap splitters
Whip on 24's
Watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And you's a motherfuckin duck, Daffy-dil
I'm from the school of hard knocks
Where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gun or you
Can get the package deal
I'm hot, nigga, burnin everything around me
I was lost for a minute
Took a while but I found me (Gudda)
The streets say I'm king but
The game'll never crown me (Gudda)
Realest nigga doin it just ask
Them niggas 'round me (Gudda)
So you cain't size me up or try to clown a
Shark in the water
Jump in and I'ma drown you
New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down you
Put niggas to sleep like a muh'fuckin' downer
(Gudda) i'm a Great White, you's a flounder
Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you
UHaul Gudda, movin everything around you
(yeah) it's Young Money, bitch! At the top
Is where they found us, nigga

Ugh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute 'em
The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina
Bitch I'm still spittin like I
Ate a jalape na
I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin 'bout shit
Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside
In Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick bitch
Wit her legs out
Cash Money president, but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day
I blow your candles out
Now nigga cut the cake
I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway
Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache
Okay, all these bitches
And niggas still hatin
I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein
Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches
There's just a lil' traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit
Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I
Fuck 'em like rabbit's
Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh