Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Look at Me , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 18.11.2014
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 |