Maxo Kream, Freddie Gibbs - WHAT I LOOK LIKE lyrics
Maxo Kream [Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah Jr.] Houston, Texas, U.S.
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Maxo Kream, Freddie Gibbs - WHAT I LOOK LIKE lyrics]
Now what I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets
I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr maxo Tookie
Yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh
That's new ice"
New G63, cut the roof not the top back
We shootin' 223's at the roof
Knock his top back
I'm in another league, when I speak
You can't talk back
'Cause, I talk big racks and
I tote big straps
And I can't snort lines because I sold crack
And I don't do lines
I sleep through these bags
Don't sneak diss online
'cause I still squeeze 9's just pull up
Flatline and push your shit back
Now what I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets
I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr maxo Tookie
Yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight (yeah, yeah)
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh
That's new ice"
(yeah, yeah, , baby, let's get it)
Rippin' and flippin' that thing
I ship it off, wrap a book tight
(yeah) niggas been switchin' the smack
I still got crack, i got good white
(yeah) chicken with twenty-eight racks
I'm takin' it back if it cook right
(yeah, yeah)
Hundred and eight-four pounds, bitch
I'm the real skinny Suge Knight (Woo)
Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage
That's one the rabbit holes (yeah)
Nigga ran off
Had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole
(yeah) i just copped the Buckhead condo
For my Atlanta ho (Bitch)
Gettin' sloppy top with the
7 in automatic mode
I pray Lord Allah got forgiveness for killers
(yeah) we pray when we lost but
Forget when we winnin' (yeah)
Courthouse, penitentiary was not my intention
I front door my front seats
In front of my engine, yeah
Sports cars off the work, call 'em work cars
(yeah)
Your ho don't like a like a hitta blow
I let the vert park (yeah)
For Christmastime
I got obituaries for your squad
I put that shit on DVL 'cause
I don't swear to God, yeah
And what the fuck I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets
I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr maxo Tookie
Yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh
That's new ice"
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets
I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr maxo Tookie
Yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh
That's new ice"
New G63, cut the roof not the top back
We shootin' 223's at the roof
Knock his top back
I'm in another league, when I speak
You can't talk back
'Cause, I talk big racks and
I tote big straps
And I can't snort lines because I sold crack
And I don't do lines
I sleep through these bags
Don't sneak diss online
'cause I still squeeze 9's just pull up
Flatline and push your shit back
Now what I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets
I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr maxo Tookie
Yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight (yeah, yeah)
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh
That's new ice"
(yeah, yeah, , baby, let's get it)
Rippin' and flippin' that thing
I ship it off, wrap a book tight
(yeah) niggas been switchin' the smack
I still got crack, i got good white
(yeah) chicken with twenty-eight racks
I'm takin' it back if it cook right
(yeah, yeah)
Hundred and eight-four pounds, bitch
I'm the real skinny Suge Knight (Woo)
Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage
That's one the rabbit holes (yeah)
Nigga ran off
Had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole
(yeah) i just copped the Buckhead condo
For my Atlanta ho (Bitch)
Gettin' sloppy top with the
7 in automatic mode
I pray Lord Allah got forgiveness for killers
(yeah) we pray when we lost but
Forget when we winnin' (yeah)
Courthouse, penitentiary was not my intention
I front door my front seats
In front of my engine, yeah
Sports cars off the work, call 'em work cars
(yeah)
Your ho don't like a like a hitta blow
I let the vert park (yeah)
For Christmastime
I got obituaries for your squad
I put that shit on DVL 'cause
I don't swear to God, yeah
And what the fuck I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets
I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr maxo Tookie
Yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh
That's new ice"