WHAT I LOOK LIKE

[Chorus: Maxo Kream] 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" [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] 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 [Chorus: Maxo Kream & 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 (Yeah, yeah) Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice" (Yeah, yeah, [?], baby, let's get it) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] 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 [Chorus: Maxo Kream] 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" [Instrumental Outro]