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]