Lookout

Boy Sand on the muthafuckin lookout Beat was so ill that I had to take the hook out Anytime I lost, recount there was a miscount Anytime I floss, you could bet I got a discount Two out every two sleeves I could pull the tricks out Me I nail the routine also nail the dismount Drop it in the tip jar I be taking tips out Homies I don’t give a fuck Ladies take your tits out When I’m on the hill there isn’t any pitch count I don’t give a fuck 'bout anything you bitch bout Never in the big house, often in a chick blouse Often get a chick mouth looking like a fish mouth Afterwards I dick down Other words I digged out I could write a list down Fantasies I lived out After it done fizzled out Some of them done flipped out Shit I get a kick out Shit that get em kicked out Not the type of cat to beat a hoochie in the head I don’t barely move except for coochie or for bread On it like quicker picker upper on a mess Back up in this muthafucka like I never left Bet Please on deceased you could fuck with these They love me long Longer than 2003s tees Blacker than colored kids knees Rock it then I’m out like every item on a golden crust menu but the cheese Want all I can eat markie dee I run em out the yard sharkie eek What a guy gotta do to move his commas two to the east And Sporting yabba doos on the beach I’m balling Sydney d You holla foul and reach like a snitch Get that shit out my house son a bitch You can’t be top spitter when you leech Suck You in town and they don’t want you around Buck Sound Burn ya real world to the ground Puck I be making pounds while I’m lounging it’s nuttin You either begging pardons or you cuttin You either on the list or you discussing Who’s listed Rhyming since bodegas slanging mystics Rhyming since the sega was a flex Everybody coming at me talking bout they got the new prescription All you bout hear from me is next Next Yall know who it is, grammy award winner In the foreign, with a foreign, listening to foreigner Touring a new city nightly, rightfully i'm very paid One feature had me ineligible for medicaid Don't work with bums for crumbs, i'm past that Everyday you say today's your last day doing verses, tryna gas cats (loser) Only jacking the traction Can't believe you bmi the way yo ass cap They used to play me like I’m Arab or Latin Now white people wanna claim me like fast rap And they tried to say droog was over Still getting dollas like alla pugacheva (who?) Model hoes in my palatial estate 24 hour chef on call we just ate Live good, give a damn bout what you got It won’t ever compare to what droog, you fucking stugotz It’s like a mansion to them little one bedroom spots I’m above u like the dots on umlauts If you fucked up then go see my doctor, you know my doctor, dr vinny boombatz