I Don't Like The Look Of It (ft. Gudda Gudda)

Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda

Gudda

Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup

Got a nigga moving slow

I'm all about the money

What the fuck you think I do it for?

Bitch don't act like you don't know

I'm killing all these rap niggas

Custom made casket for your motherfuckin' funerals

Keep the women with me

Shit I gotta keep like two or more

Party everyday like we won the fucking Superbowl

Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy

White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy

When I'm walking by the women say "Who is that nigga?"

I reply: "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga"

I was raised in the home of the Cap Splitters

Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar

I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal

And you's a motherfuckin' duck, Daffy Dill

I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill

Pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal

I'm hot nigga, 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

Realist nigga doin' it, just ask the niggas around me

So you can't size me up or try to clown uh

Shark in the water, jump in and I'mma drown ya

New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'mma down ya

Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin' downer

I'm a Great White, you's a flounder

Fish and a bitch, I tuna everything around ya

U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya

It's Young Money bitch

At the top is where they found us nigga

Verse 2 - Lil Wayne

Uhh, goons on deck

Marley don't shoot 'em

Silence on the gun

Watch a nigga mute 'em

The coach in the booth

Call me Jon Gruden

School these niggas, they all my students

All jokes aside, I ain't playin' witcha

The weed broke down, like a transmission

The Choppa spin him round, like a ballerina

Bitch I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno

I'm from Uptown, my bitch from Argentina

My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena

Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault

And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce

I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, everything paid out

You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house

With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out

Cash Money President but we in a red house

Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day

I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake

I gotta eat bitch, like a run-away

Y'all niggas ain't eatin', stomach ache

Okay, all these bitches and niggas still hatin'

I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gatein'

Fuckin' with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic

I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic

Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit

Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz

Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits

Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict

Uhhh

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