Look Out!

[Intro:] I be in d streets errday bruh! Look out! [Verse 1:] You know I’m tryna freak it like dat (like dat!) (Word!) Uh! Tell em onlookers step back! (step back) Watch for your skirts and your hats (hats) Beautifully lethal like a well crafted blade It’s hot but I stay cool where they draw shade, woah! Heard dat front row stay paid like cauldron Dese are d days of a bitch made nigga gettin slayed Boy I got em mopin like puss Bitin ass niggas still full of rot buuss My man Arka said real niggas style gettin injust ugh! My name commonplace in they mouth like drama Frank run circles roun dese niggas like karma It is what it is bro you can’t chase d drama The spotlight’s challenges they be gettin enormous Loungin on cloud 9 bottle at the end of my fishing line Reel in dat wid a cash lightnin Hoe niggas get punched fast in a swift titus Bars harder dan a mothafuckin (what!) Michael Cardunkin, punchin holes in em monster truck an Rest in peace, niggas on they grind like Keith There was a stretch but d weed heads know what I mean, spending fees for d flick and see [Chorus:] We be on dat real naz shit, bouncin d whip wit dat real horse shit Nigga like bitch when they come an ride dis Hail live fist wit d next Bob blipps Freak it low nigga what it here for? Look out! [x4] [Verse 2:] Ugh! You know I’m tryna freak it like dat (like dat, like dat, like dat, yow, uh-huh!) Tell em onlookers step back Watch for the hookems an straps Overstand all manner of old worlds an planets Etch ma commands in d granite, I’m god Made you an image of me So when you bite me your life is as I intended it to be Deal wit d bloats in yo ego, there is no red pill or blue pill neyo G-O too coded up Sling gon’ throw out Polansky monet the low range Dupp play d coldaid for her DJ Double ladder d flippin on Ebay D foul niggas out! Y’all foul niggas is all on the free range Tryna act fly, kick yo bone out, game is a blow out Check fo’ d low down Yea be up on it like checkin on B An we’ll be up on it like Jay checkin you over checkin on B We coppin dat bread, we check in those suites Dude, she kidnapped herself, yo words Fuck it let’s roll, tied dat together like two has-a-row D laws in control is d arm leg play, all head let’s go! [Chorus] [Outro:] We’re all gonna die one day so we live like that