Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lookout , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Dusty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |