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