Letra de WHAT I LOOK LIKE - Maxo Kream

(Feat. 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

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 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

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)

Niggas 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, bitch, I'm the real skinny Suge Knight (Woo)

Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage, that's one the rabbit holes (Yeah)

Nigga ran off, had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole (Yeah)

I just copped the Buckhead condo for my Atlanta ho (Bitch)

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 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, yeah the Crip blue Suge Knight

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

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