[Intro]
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Yeah yeah yeah whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at
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Whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at
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bitch whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at
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Now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at
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now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at
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Nigga whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at
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bitch whatchu lookin at
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Bitch whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at
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[Verse 1]
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I ride woozie with some motherfucking wood
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Still hangin and slangin yea for beat at my hood
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Ay go get to it talking big boy shit
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Mean muggin like a motherfucker my head on my dick
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Bitch I can shake with your help nigga we buck ass wild
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We get crunk I got the truth I bought that destinys child
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Slide to the ride bitch where a nigga don't dance
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What I look like out there juking with this gat in my pants
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I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands
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My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on your pants
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I'm unruly seem like I don't give a damn
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Maybe cause I don't motherfucker understand (understand)
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[Verse 2]
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I'm bout foolish I'm what I motherfucking said
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I put a peep hole in your head I'm about my motherfucking thread
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Its your truly I still roll with the squad
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Ain't talkin your points outta thing feelin your bars
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They want to do me but heck I'm already on it
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I ain't gotta hit the car I got it already own it
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Nigga you ain't they say this song is to cold
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The same thing you heard before your mug got hit with a bottle
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I gets to it I'm out there smokin on purple
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Posted up getting money with my nigga from the circle
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Homeboy believe it I keep some sacks on my hand
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I'm posted up with my gat in my pants motherfucker I ain't playin
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[Chorus]
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Whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back
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We on the post your in our space don't step so close
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They know I'm ownin the game cause I stay grippin the grain
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I'm riding dirty on probation but I'll scrap with no things
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So whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at
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So whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at
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So whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back
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So whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back
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[Verse 3]
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It's something new for them lets clean up off his plate
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Let's make a move on them no time to hesitate
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So ride the groove on them ain't no more time to wait
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Ain't no more room for them ain't nothing to debate
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Just let them fight for it something they never heard
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We keep it fight for them precise with every word
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I'm screamin at it nigga just watch where I swerve
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We runnin havoc nigga bangin on every curve
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We hit it raw on them real make calling off air
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We making blood on the niggaz don't want to take it there
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A-t-l running things you goobers stack your chains
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Moe back off in this thing jump off put in the game
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[Verse 4]
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We are known for being sold in a click foolish as mine
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Cigarillo bustin choppin hoes down the line
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Hating if you like us still the sun gone shine
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Add a coupe the feature your request goes rewind
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Like play action we stay ahead of the game
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Runnin through your whole league and still a catch the grain
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Cause this that real shit that make you act a fool
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Where you straighten out that nigga and tell that bitch be cool
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It's J-Bo shit nigga you already know
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We shake them off and keep on rolling it begin to show
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And sip good nigga I wish you would
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I'm slidin with about 50 niggaz straight up dead out the hood
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[Chorus]
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Whatchu Lookin' At
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Youngbloodz |