Maxo Kream – WHAT I LOOK LIKE Lyrics

Maxo Kream WHAT I LOOK LIKE Lyrics, WHAT I LOOK LIKE Lyrics by Maxo Kream ft Freddie Gibbs

Now what I look like, and if it ain’t money, I don’t look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don’t book flights
Gambles for the money, but I don’t shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once, not twice
Shoot so precise, but I still punch fight
Mr. Maxo, tookie and the crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like “Ooh, that’s new ice”

New G63 cut the roof not the top back
We shootin 223s out the roof, knock the top back
I’m in another league, when I speak you can’t talk back
‘Cause I talk big racks and I tote big straps
And I can’t snort lines because I sold crack
And I don’t do lines, I sleep through deep back
Don’t sneak diss online ’cause I still squeeze nines
Just pull up flatline and push your shit back

Now what I look like, and if it ain’t money, I don’t look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don’t book flights
Gambles for the money, but I don’t shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once, not twice
Shoot so precise, but I still punch fight
Mr. Maxo, tookie and the crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like “Ooh, that’s new ice”

Rippin’ and flippin’ that thang, I ship it off, wrap a book tight
N***** been switchin’ the smack, I still got crack, I got good white
Chicken with 28 racks, I’m taking it back if it cook right
184 pounds, bitch, I’m the real skinny Suge Knight
Keep a package in the check-in baggage that’s one the rabbit holes
N**** ran off, had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole
I just copped the Buckhead condo for my Atlanta hoes
Getting sloppy top with the seven in automatic mode
I pray Lord Allah got forgiveness for killers
We pray when we lost, but forget when we winnin’
Courthouse penitentiary was not my intentions
I front door my front seats in front of my engine
Yeah, sports cars off the work, call them work cars
Your hoe don’t like a hitta blow, I let the vert cause
Christmas time I got obituaries for your squad
I put that shit on DVL ’cause I don’t swear to God, yeah

And what the fuck I look like, and if it ain’t money, I don’t look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don’t book flights
Gamble for the money, but I don’t shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once, not twice
Shoot so precise, but I still punch fight
Mr. Maxo, tookie and the crip blue Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like “Ooh, that’s new ice”