LOOK - Supa Bwe, Qari

I’m off two thirties, that’s a perc-sixty

These is new Fazos, cost me $ 150

Niggas lookin' out the side of they face, shifty

Shift that nigga face, uh, with this fucking .50

I’ma pop, pop, pop, pop, niggas don’t want drama

Don’t want mop, mop, mop, mop, I got fuckin' sticks

Ain’t talking chop, chop, chop, chop, choppa on this bitch

I wet the block, block, block, block, bawk, bawk, bawk

Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh

I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy

Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole

Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh

I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole

Holy Quran, the tip of my tongue

These niggas be lyin', they takin' too long

I’m watchin' 'em die as quick as they come

One at a time, you only live once

I’m smokin' Lebron, might give up a lung

Killin' some time?

You killin' my vibe

This shit on my mind is fillin' my cup

Bitch, I’m too high to chill

Can’t get this high with a pill

Can’t get this high with a deal

Look at my eyes, «Eye of the Tiger», for real

I kill a giant and peel, sign it and seal

They gotta try to be real, look like they tryna get killed

Buffalo Bill, kill all these niggas, for real

That’s how you king of the hill

Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh

I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy

Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole

Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh

I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole

Told my mama, «Look—»

Earthquakes when I come awake, levitate, karma comin', never late

Hide the body, great escape, Masarati, demonstrate

Kamikaze with my niggas, spread the bread and marmalade

Tiger to a tardigrade, yeah, I smoked a thousand blunts yesterday (Ayy!)

Off a pint of Remy, Ecstacy and women

Tall, short, skittem, give that bitch the fitness

Niggas know the business, kick door for the bag

Fuck it, I’ma risk it, give that boy the fitness

Hope the pussy worth it, hope it’s worth it

'Cause I flew her out to get, she feel like it’s Christmas

Dirty money when I do the dishes

On the west side with the dirty smith and'

She was blowin' kisses, 'cause I’m blowin' money

I’m a Super Saiyan, nigga, goin' monkey

I’m the lizard king, Reptile, Godzilla dreams with the guillotine

Smoke dope like nicotine, niggas in they feelings, I don’t feel a thing

(Ayy!)

Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh

I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy

Made a hundred-thousand dollars off this fucking burner phone

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole

Told my mama, «Look, we ain’t gotta struggle no more», ugh

I been in the trenches with the heat, going crazy

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner phone

Made a hundred-thousand dollars with this fucking burner pole