[Chorus; Gudda Gudda]
I I I don't like the look of it
I I I don't like the look of it
I I I don't like the look of it

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm sipping on the syrup got a n***a mioving slow
I'm all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for
Just don't act like you ain't know I'm killing these rap ass n***as
Costing them thier caskets for your motherfucking funeral
Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep two or more
Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl
Chilling with my n***a mack he keeps bitches handy
White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
When I'm walking by the women say who is that
N***a I reply I'm gudda gudda that n***a
I was raised in a home of cap splitters
Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a happy meal
And you a motherfucking duck daffy dale
From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill
Pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal
I'm hot n***a burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm king but the game will never crown me
Realest n***a doing it just ask the n***a round me
So you can't size me up but try to clown a
Shark jump in the water and I'm a drown ya
New orleans gun out I'm a down ya
Put n***as to sleep like a downer
I'm a great white you a flounder
Fish ain't a bitch i'll tuna everything around ya
You hoe gudda move everything around ya
It's young money bitch at the top is where they found us
N***a
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Goons I'm back marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on a gun watch a n***a mute 'em
The coach and the boot call me jon gruden
Schooled these n***a they all my students
All jokes aside I ain't playing with ya
The weed broke down like a transmission
Choppers spin like a ballerina
I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapeno
I'm from uptown my bitchs from argentina
My pockets on fat like joey cartagena
Stunt so hard it's all ya'll fault
And when it come to beef give me a-1 sauce
I ain't worrying about shit everything paid
Catch me poolside in dwayne wades house
Wth a high yellow bitch with her legs out
Catch money president but we in red house
Who the fuck want it name a fucking day
Blow the candles out my n***a cut the cake
I gotta eat bitch like a runaway
Ya'll n***as ain't eating stomache
Ok all these bitches and n***as still hatin
I used to be ballin but now I'm bill gating
Fuck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic
I'm on the road to riches it's just a lil traffic
Hair still platic fuckins a habit
Keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis
Bought your bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
Dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict
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[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
I I don't I I don't
I don't like the look of it