
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Lookout |
Boy Sand on the muthafuckin lookout |
Beat was so ill that I had to take the hook out |
Anytime I lost, recount there was a miscount |
Anytime I floss, you could bet I got a discount |
Two out every two sleeves I could pull the tricks out |
Me I nail the routine also nail the dismount |
Drop it in the tip jar I be taking tips out |
Homies I don’t give a fuck |
Ladies take your tits out |
When I’m on the hill there isn’t any pitch count |
I don’t give a fuck 'bout anything you bitch bout |
Never in the big house, often in a chick blouse |
Often get a chick mouth looking like a fish mouth |
Afterwards I dick down |
Other words I digged out |
I could write a list down |
Fantasies I lived out |
After it done fizzled out |
Some of them done flipped out |
Shit I get a kick out |
Shit that get em kicked out |
Not the type of cat to beat a hoochie in the head |
I don’t barely move except for coochie or for bread |
On it like quicker picker upper on a mess |
Back up in this muthafucka like I never left |
Bet |
Please on deceased you could fuck with these |
They love me long |
Longer than 2003s tees |
Blacker than colored kids knees |
Rock it then I’m out like every item on a golden crust menu but the cheese |
Want all I can eat markie dee |
I run em out the yard sharkie eek |
What a guy gotta do to move his commas two to the east |
And Sporting yabba doos on the beach |
I’m balling Sydney d |
You holla foul and reach like a snitch |
Get that shit out my house son a bitch |
You can’t be top spitter when you leech |
Suck |
You in town and they don’t want you around |
Buck |
Sound |
Burn ya real world to the ground |
Puck |
I be making pounds while I’m lounging it’s nuttin |
You either begging pardons or you cuttin |
You either on the list or you discussing |
Who’s listed |
Rhyming since bodegas slanging mystics |
Rhyming since the sega was a flex |
Everybody coming at me talking bout they got the new prescription |
All you bout hear from me is next |
Next |
Yall know who it is, grammy award winner |
In the foreign, with a foreign, listening to foreigner |
Touring a new city nightly, rightfully i’m very paid |
One feature had me ineligible for medicaid |
Don’t work with bums for crumbs, i’m past that |
Everyday you say today’s your last day doing verses, tryna gas cats (loser) |
Only jacking the traction |
Can’t believe you bmi the way yo ass cap |
They used to play me like I’m Arab or Latin |
Now white people wanna claim me like fast rap |
And they tried to say droog was over |
Still getting dollas like alla pugacheva (who?) |
Model hoes in my palatial estate |
24 hour chef on call we just ate |
Live good, give a damn bout what you got |
It won’t ever compare to what droog, you fucking stugotz |
It’s like a mansion to them little one bedroom spots |
I’m above u like the dots on umlauts |
If you fucked up then go see my doctor, you know my doctor, dr vinny boombatz |
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Artist lyrics: Homeboy Sandman
Artist lyrics: Quelle Chris
Artist lyrics: Your Old Droog