Lyrics LOOK - Supa Bwe, Qari

LOOK

I’m off two thirties, that’s a perc-sixty
These is new Fazos, cost me $ 150
Niggas lookin' out the side of they face, shifty
Shift that nigga face, uh, with this fucking .50
I’ma pop, pop, pop, pop, niggas don’t want drama
Don’t want mop, mop, mop, mop, I got fuckin' sticks
Ain’t talking chop, chop, chop, chop, choppa on this bitch
I wet the block, block, block, block, bawk, bawk, bawk
Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh
I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy
Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole
Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh
I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole
Holy Quran, the tip of my tongue
These niggas be lyin', they takin' too long
I’m watchin' 'em die as quick as they come
One at a time, you only live once
I’m smokin' Lebron, might give up a lung
Killin' some time?
You killin' my vibe
This shit on my mind is fillin' my cup
Bitch, I’m too high to chill
Can’t get this high with a pill
Can’t get this high with a deal
Look at my eyes, «Eye of the Tiger», for real
I kill a giant and peel, sign it and seal
They gotta try to be real, look like they tryna get killed
Buffalo Bill, kill all these niggas, for real
That’s how you king of the hill
Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh
I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy
Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole
Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh
I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole
Told my mama, «Look—»
Earthquakes when I come awake, levitate, karma comin', never late
Hide the body, great escape, Masarati, demonstrate
Kamikaze with my niggas, spread the bread and marmalade
Tiger to a tardigrade, yeah, I smoked a thousand blunts yesterday (Ayy!)
Off a pint of Remy, Ecstacy and women
Tall, short, skittem, give that bitch the fitness
Niggas know the business, kick door for the bag
Fuck it, I’ma risk it, give that boy the fitness
Hope the pussy worth it, hope it’s worth it
'Cause I flew her out to get, she feel like it’s Christmas
Dirty money when I do the dishes
On the west side with the dirty smith and'
She was blowin' kisses, 'cause I’m blowin' money
I’m a Super Saiyan, nigga, goin' monkey
I’m the lizard king, Reptile, Godzilla dreams with the guillotine
Smoke dope like nicotine, niggas in they feelings, I don’t feel a thing
(Ayy!)
Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh
I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy
Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole
Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh
I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone
Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole