Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Look at Me, artist - Young Thug.
Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Look at Me |
I’m a walking work of art, body marked, yeah it’s marked on |
Gave me brain, bless her heart, I taped it on my smartphone |
Kush cologne smelling like a bale plus a bale of strong |
Pink foamposites same color the shit I’m drinking on |
Double cup, styrofoam cup, man I’m going on |
Geeked up for a while so I rolled a blunt a mile long |
Spikes on my feet like they cleats, not an athlete |
Christian Louboutins to the wallet, bitch, don’t ask me |
I’m a King P, how you mistake me for a car thief |
Me, Peewee, Thugga, Young Duke and Chief Keef |
T.H.3 through the summer, bitch we off the leash |
Two pair of Jordans in my trunk, got that .223 |
Breast cancer supporter, I pour it up like Hennessy |
Fuck nigga better say squad or he a enemy |
Got a show in Tennessee and I’ma charge them fifty G |
Nigga say he’s headhunting, revolver the remedy |
My bitch got a body, she don’t speak no English |
The Bentley on Bleveland, don’t look when you see me |
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don’t you look at me |
Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany’s |
Lil bitch I’m a demon, they know I’m a flight risk |
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling |
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy |
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch |
Call me Guwop Macaroni |
Make you stick yourself like Tony, nigga |
Stick yourself for me, nigga |
Don’t step on these ponies, nigga |
Monkey nuts on all my guns |
So yeah them is my homies nigga |
I only fuck with killas, nigga |
Don’t fuck with phonies, nigga |
Mob meeting with the clique like Lucky Luciano nigga |
Medusa head, Gianni, nigga, my shoes and belt is Pucci nigga |
Why they call you Gucci Man and you head to toe Louie, nigga? |
Like James Harden, re’d up on mils but I don’t play for Houston, nigga |
On the cell with Meechy and he told me I’m the realest nigga |
R.I.P. |
to Fat, shoutout to Webbie and free Boosie nigga |
Three mil I got crazy diamonds, mental institution, nigga |
Zone 6 14 year old killers, this the revolution, nigga |
Racketeering and extortion and prostitution, nigga |
Bentley just pulled over me and I’m on constitution, nigga |
You hating, what you proving nigga? |
Yo girl is a juicy nigga, you size me up, I fuck your bitch |
You better not fuck with Gucci nigga |
My bitch got a body, she don’t speak no English |
The Bentley on Bleveland, don’t look when you see me |
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don’t you look at me |
Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany’s |
Lil bitch I’m a demon, they know I’m a flight risk |
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling |
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy |
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch |