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YoungBloodZ

"Whatchu Lookin' At"

[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah whatchu lookin at n*gga whatchu lookin at
Whatchu lookin at b*tch whatchu lookin at
b*tch whatchu lookin at n*gga whatchu lookin at
Now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at
Now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at
n*gga whatchu lookin at b*tch whatchu lookin at
b*tch whatchu lookin at
b*tch whatchu lookin at n*gga whatchu lookin at

[verse 1]
I ride woozie with some motherf*cking wood
Still hangin and slangin yea for beat at my hood
Ay go get to it talking big boy sh*t
Mean muggin like a motherf*cker my head on my di*k
b*tch I can shake with your help n*gga we buck ass wild
We get crunk I got the truth I bought that destinys child
Slide to the ride b*tch where a n*gga don't dance
What I look like out there juking with this gat in my pants
I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands
My bull is sh*t ali a n*gga spill some hen on your pants
I'm unruly seem like I don't give a damn
Maybe cause I don't motherf*cker understand (understand)

[Verse 2]
I'm bout foolish I'm what I motherf*cking said
I put a peep hole in your head I'm about my motherf*cking thread
Its your truly I still roll with the squad
Ain't talkin your points outta thing feelin your bars
They want to do me but heck I'm already on it
I ain't gotta hit the car I got it already own it
n*gga you ain't they say this song is to cold
The same thing you heard before your mug got hit with a bottle
I gets to it I'm out there smokin on purple
Posted up getting money with my n*gga from the circle
Homeboy believe it I keep some sacks on my hand
I'm posted up with my gat in my pants motherf*cker I ain't playin

[Chorus]
Whatchu lookin at n*gga step the f*ck back
We on the post your in our space don't step so close
They know I'm ownin the game cause I stay grippin the grain
I'm riding dirty on probation but I'll scrap with no things
So whatchu lookin at n*gga whatchu lookin at
So whatchu lookin at n*gga whatchu lookin at
So whatchu lookin at n*gga step the f*ck back
So whatchu lookin at n*gga step the f*ck back

[Verse 3]
It's something new for them lets clean up off his plate
Let's make a move on them no time to hesitate
So ride the groove on them ain't no more time to wait
Ain't no more room for them ain't nothing to debate
Just let them fight for it something they never heard
We keep it fight for them precise with every word
I'm screamin at it n*gga just watch where I swerve
We runnin havoc n*gga bangin on every curve
We hit it raw on them real make calling off air
We making blood on the n*ggas don't want to take it there
A-t-l running things you goobers stack your chains
Moe back off in this thing jump off put in the game

[Verse 4]
We are known for being sold in a click foolish as mine
Cigarillo bustin choppin hoes down the line
Hating if you like us still the sun gone shine
Add a coupe the feature your request goes rewind
Like play action we stay ahead of the game
Runnin through your whole league and still a catch the grain
Cause this that real sh*t that make you act a fool
Where you straighten out that n*gga and tell that b*tch be cool
It's J-Bo sh*t n*gga you already know
We shake them off and keep on rolling it begin to show
And sip good n*gga I wish you would
I'm slidin with about 50 n*ggas straight up dead out the hood

[Chorus]

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