WHAT I LOOK LIKE (Clean) - Maxo Kream/Freddie Gibbs

Lyrics by：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah/Dacoury Natche/Afolabi Osinulu/Brian Hammonds/Tiara Cook/Fredrick Tipton

Composed by：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah/Dacoury Natche/Afolabi Osinulu/Brian Hammonds/Tiara Cook/Fredrick Tipton

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

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 yeah 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' 223's at the roof knock his 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 these bags

Don't sneak diss online 'cause I still squeeze 9's

Just pull up flatline and push your s**t 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

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 yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight

Yeah yeah

Every time they see me they like Ooh that's new ice

Yeah yeah baby let's get it

Rippin' and flippin' that thing I ship it off wrap a book tight

Yeah

N***as been switchin' the smack I still got crack I got good white

Yeah

Chicken with twenty-eight racks I'm takin' it back if it cook right

Yeah-yeah

Hundred and eight-four pounds b***h I'm the real skinny Suge Knight

Woo

Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage that's one the rabbit holes

Yeah

N***a ran off had to toss his a*s in the rabbit hole

Yeah

I just copped the Buckhead condo for my Atlanta ho

B***h

Gettin' sloppy top with the 7 in automatic mode

I pray Lord Allah got forgiveness for killers

Yeah

We pray when we lost but forget when we winnin'

Yeah

Courthouse penitentiary was not my intention

I front door my front seats in front of my engine yeah

Sports cars off the work call 'em work cars

Yeah

Your ho don't like a like a hitta blow I let the vert park

Yeah

For Christmastime I got obituaries for your squad

I put that s**t on DVL 'cause I don't swear to God yeah

And what the f**k 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 yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight

Every time they see me they like Ooh that's new ice