"Boy Look" lyrics
How y'all doin'?
(Boy look) There go that damn Bubba, uh
Jim Crow
Jim Crow
(Boy look) You must have already known
Scarecrow Music, bird shit, all day long
Who am I, I'm Cutty man
Winter, Spring, Fall and Summer
Hustle man, daily folk
On this shit like I'm runnin' numbers
Rap game, cocaine
Flippin' cars, bustin' bars
Leave with a camera up in Spellman
I'll make some porn stars
(Boy look)
Who just stepped up in here with them Jim Crow boys
Christmas time in GA baby
Y'all lil' lames don't get no toys
(Boy look)
All I'm sayin', you don't know me, back up off me
Boy I'm foolish, fuck with Missy
Had her on a track to floss it
(Boy look)
My mama Crunk told me: rap nigga
She just don't know I'm Captain Slap on some malt liquor
(Boy look)
They call me Mr. Mo, not Cool Mo
I pump and dump on these hoes like a car show
(Boy look)
Ahhhh, shitshitshawty pimp
I walk with a limp from the home of the Imps
Posers, big ballers and shit
(Boy look)
I'm 'bout that cheese, I run with Gs
Awe, you think they can fuck with you shawty
Nigga please
(Boy look)
I bend them corners like a track star
I got them tailors like a dot-head named Akbar
You might see me in the 'Lac truck with Jazze Pha
With some ménage-trois bitches with dyke braids
(Boy look)
Athens Georgia, country cracker, piss and shitty
Betcha Cutty got them bitches open time I hit the city
(Boy look)
But don't stare, these country bumpkins do not care
A lunatic with 50 deep
But crew not there, do not dare
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
(Boy look)
Attic Crew, Dirty Dog, Trap Boys
Bankhead, camera row, born and raised jack boys
(Boy look)
I'm dicky suited, grilled out in a 62
Classic blue with the chrome shoes
Fuck around you'll catch two
(Boy look)
Get them haters, bust they head open
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off
Like they stole somethin'
We keep it jump-jumpin'
Ooh now let me show you somethin'
That'll make you say "Oh Jesus the end is coming!"
(Boy look)
I'm a freak, I'm a dog
I distribute 'em
You can protect 'em like some Armor All
(Boy look)
If things don't work out on the rap scene
You catch me up in the cut car jack-ing
(Boy look)
I'm just special, I'm just gifted
Mine is different
Fill up that syringe I'll shoot it
Chalk me out that line I'll sniff it
(Boy look)
Nonetheless, hit the Grammy's underdress
A Polo shirt and dingy jeans
What bitch, I'm plenty clean
(Boy look)
Now on today's special bulletin
Ain't nothin' new
They say Polow out there still pullin' 'em
Killin' 'em softly
Got this big girl on top of me
Didn't you cut her? Probably
Betcha you took her on a shoppin' spree
(Boy look)
Naw dude, I feed her dick and dog food
Passed her on the Mr. Mo
Left that pussy blistered though
(Boy look)
She say her feet hurt, don't wanna work tonight
I told the bitch to walk it barefoot
And just raised the price
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Boy lookie, boy lookie-here
Jim Crow and Bubba Sparxxx make it jump in here
(Boy look)
Throw your hands up, show some love
Drink somethin' burn somethin'
Y'all ain't crunk enough
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
(Boy look) There go that damn Bubba, uh
Jim Crow
Jim Crow
(Boy look) You must have already known
Scarecrow Music, bird shit, all day long
Who am I, I'm Cutty man
Winter, Spring, Fall and Summer
Hustle man, daily folk
On this shit like I'm runnin' numbers
Rap game, cocaine
Flippin' cars, bustin' bars
Leave with a camera up in Spellman
I'll make some porn stars
(Boy look)
Who just stepped up in here with them Jim Crow boys
Christmas time in GA baby
Y'all lil' lames don't get no toys
(Boy look)
All I'm sayin', you don't know me, back up off me
Boy I'm foolish, fuck with Missy
Had her on a track to floss it
(Boy look)
My mama Crunk told me: rap nigga
She just don't know I'm Captain Slap on some malt liquor
(Boy look)
They call me Mr. Mo, not Cool Mo
I pump and dump on these hoes like a car show
(Boy look)
Ahhhh, shitshitshawty pimp
I walk with a limp from the home of the Imps
Posers, big ballers and shit
(Boy look)
I'm 'bout that cheese, I run with Gs
Awe, you think they can fuck with you shawty
Nigga please
(Boy look)
I bend them corners like a track star
I got them tailors like a dot-head named Akbar
You might see me in the 'Lac truck with Jazze Pha
With some ménage-trois bitches with dyke braids
(Boy look)
Athens Georgia, country cracker, piss and shitty
Betcha Cutty got them bitches open time I hit the city
(Boy look)
But don't stare, these country bumpkins do not care
A lunatic with 50 deep
But crew not there, do not dare
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
(Boy look)
Attic Crew, Dirty Dog, Trap Boys
Bankhead, camera row, born and raised jack boys
(Boy look)
I'm dicky suited, grilled out in a 62
Classic blue with the chrome shoes
Fuck around you'll catch two
(Boy look)
Get them haters, bust they head open
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off
Like they stole somethin'
We keep it jump-jumpin'
Ooh now let me show you somethin'
That'll make you say "Oh Jesus the end is coming!"
(Boy look)
I'm a freak, I'm a dog
I distribute 'em
You can protect 'em like some Armor All
(Boy look)
If things don't work out on the rap scene
You catch me up in the cut car jack-ing
(Boy look)
I'm just special, I'm just gifted
Mine is different
Fill up that syringe I'll shoot it
Chalk me out that line I'll sniff it
(Boy look)
Nonetheless, hit the Grammy's underdress
A Polo shirt and dingy jeans
What bitch, I'm plenty clean
(Boy look)
Now on today's special bulletin
Ain't nothin' new
They say Polow out there still pullin' 'em
Killin' 'em softly
Got this big girl on top of me
Didn't you cut her? Probably
Betcha you took her on a shoppin' spree
(Boy look)
Naw dude, I feed her dick and dog food
Passed her on the Mr. Mo
Left that pussy blistered though
(Boy look)
She say her feet hurt, don't wanna work tonight
I told the bitch to walk it barefoot
And just raised the price
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Boy lookie, boy lookie-here
Jim Crow and Bubba Sparxxx make it jump in here
(Boy look)
Throw your hands up, show some love
Drink somethin' burn somethin'
Y'all ain't crunk enough
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Dang-ge-dang-ge-dang diggy-diggy
Boy look
