Lil Wyte - Got'm Lookin lyrics

Yea it's your boy Lil Wyte i
Ain't never gave a fuck, you know me
Boy got no license warrants probation
All kinds of shit, tags expired fuck em
They ain't gonna get me
I'm a keep doing my thang
Got work in my sock, Glock on the seat
We ain't playin with em
You have to catch me pimp come on catch me!

Ridin' dirty got this weed in my sock
On the seat a plastic Glock
Ah shit I see the cops (yep)
They lookin' they lookin' the
Candy got'em lookin oooh!
They lookin' they lookin' the
Candy got'em lookin oooh!

I'm binning through the Bay
And I'm white as a ghost
Candy Chevy brown rag lookin'
Like some French toast
Got knock in the back, big rims and limo tint
It don't matter 'cause the po-pos they
Know who's up in it
It's me W-Y T-E flickin' down your block
Got some weed in my sock and
On my seat a plastic Glock
And it's cocked ready to go
Ready to blow in the battle field
If the bullet don't put you down
The beating from the handle will
I'm riding dirty like Chamillitary
And they're hating
Police sitting on the next
Block and they're waiting
For me to try leave the hood and
Jump right back on the slab
If it was up to the cop for this
Lil cracker they would have to grab

Now I'm riding down I40 doing 85
Snatching four lanes trying to
Make the interstate mine
I was just in the Bay where
The police are hot as hell
On my way to my side of town
Fuck it might as well
Jump off the slab and get
A box of grape swishers a two by four
A buzz tatorlow and chicken livers
I left the Chevy crunk and the alarm on
Jumped back in pedal to the
Medal straight to Shelby Farms
Beating with my Xanax man
Dealing with the man in advance
Trying not to be served attention
In this stranded land but they lookin'
They lookin' the candy got'em lookin' oooh
I'm pushing and booking and cooking
Like some Cajun food bitch