"Looked Over" lyrics
(feat. Big Homiie G)
Gang
You know what it is
Know what we rep
And you know how we step
Ever jumped off the porch then you know that feeling when taking your first step
We getting bread and I'm with the gang you know that we working
Hit the mall and we splurge buying it all
Roll up the cookie I'm trying it all
Won't stand on the business then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like sum referees
You know I'm a soldier
And I'm fucking wit soldier
And we after the money you know the bullshit get looked over
In this bitch with a stick
In this bit wit a Glizzy
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot
Cuz my niggas wit it
These niggas lame
The type to use my name for some clout (boy why you do that)
I'm the type of nigga walk up on ya slap the taste out yo mouth
Yea I'm a artist and a goon nigga ion just rap (hell nawl)
These niggas be jap just talking don't know what they talking about (they lying, they lying)
I just linked up wit soldier we tied in like some cubans nigga
All in Alabama with these hammers if it's pressure we moving niggas
Won't a verse gotta pay us
Wanna fuck she can't date us
I'm on purple and yellow right now and I feel like a laker
Tell him shoot make em throwup
Make em gag make em throwup
It's Breadgang what I bang ion give a fuck what you throw up (give a fuck what you claiming)
If it's beef we gone show up and smoke yo ass like a preroll up
He said he gangsta I'm not convinced he gotta show us
Ever jumped off the porch then you know that feeling when taking your first step
We getting bread and I'm with the gang you know that we working
Hit the mall and we splurge buying it all
Roll up the cookie I'm trying it all
Won't stand on the business then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like sum referees
You know I'm a soldier
And I'm fucking wit soldier
And we after the money you know the bullshit get looked over
In this bitch with a stick
In this bit wit a Glizzy
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot
Cuz my niggas wit it
Just stubbed my toe on da way to yo bitch house
On da block getting to it wit dat blick out (blicky)
Don't stick out
Cuz you'll get sticked up
Everywhere you catch me at just know I'm bricked up
Have you ever drove a load pass the troopers
In the field wit it like Cooper cupp
Reach for these better duck
Theses bullets flip a motherfucking truck you know
Live fast die slow trap
Been on mobile lately shoutout rylo
I got da right bag right hoe right hustle go and grab a Monte Carlo
Flex around and get robbed for that
Don't be ashamed to get a job for that
A nigga played you know we robbed him back
Whipping babied ions got a toddler yet
No they didn't think I would make its history
Shout out my momma that lady invented me
I wanted money to end all the misery
Know I'm a soldier get hit wit artillery (gang)
Ever jumped off the porch then you know that feeling when taking your first step
We getting bread and I'm with the gang you know that we working
Hit the mall and we splurge buying it all
Roll up the cookie I'm trying it all
Won't stand on the business then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like sum referees
You know I'm a soldier
And I'm fucking wit soldier
And we after the money you know the bullshit get looked over
In this bitch with a stick
In this bit wit a Glizzy
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot
Cuz my niggas wit it
You know what it is
Know what we rep
And you know how we step
Ever jumped off the porch then you know that feeling when taking your first step
We getting bread and I'm with the gang you know that we working
Hit the mall and we splurge buying it all
Roll up the cookie I'm trying it all
Won't stand on the business then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like sum referees
You know I'm a soldier
And I'm fucking wit soldier
And we after the money you know the bullshit get looked over
In this bitch with a stick
In this bit wit a Glizzy
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot
Cuz my niggas wit it
These niggas lame
The type to use my name for some clout (boy why you do that)
I'm the type of nigga walk up on ya slap the taste out yo mouth
Yea I'm a artist and a goon nigga ion just rap (hell nawl)
These niggas be jap just talking don't know what they talking about (they lying, they lying)
I just linked up wit soldier we tied in like some cubans nigga
All in Alabama with these hammers if it's pressure we moving niggas
Won't a verse gotta pay us
Wanna fuck she can't date us
I'm on purple and yellow right now and I feel like a laker
Tell him shoot make em throwup
Make em gag make em throwup
It's Breadgang what I bang ion give a fuck what you throw up (give a fuck what you claiming)
If it's beef we gone show up and smoke yo ass like a preroll up
He said he gangsta I'm not convinced he gotta show us
Ever jumped off the porch then you know that feeling when taking your first step
We getting bread and I'm with the gang you know that we working
Hit the mall and we splurge buying it all
Roll up the cookie I'm trying it all
Won't stand on the business then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like sum referees
You know I'm a soldier
And I'm fucking wit soldier
And we after the money you know the bullshit get looked over
In this bitch with a stick
In this bit wit a Glizzy
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot
Cuz my niggas wit it
Just stubbed my toe on da way to yo bitch house
On da block getting to it wit dat blick out (blicky)
Don't stick out
Cuz you'll get sticked up
Everywhere you catch me at just know I'm bricked up
Have you ever drove a load pass the troopers
In the field wit it like Cooper cupp
Reach for these better duck
Theses bullets flip a motherfucking truck you know
Live fast die slow trap
Been on mobile lately shoutout rylo
I got da right bag right hoe right hustle go and grab a Monte Carlo
Flex around and get robbed for that
Don't be ashamed to get a job for that
A nigga played you know we robbed him back
Whipping babied ions got a toddler yet
No they didn't think I would make its history
Shout out my momma that lady invented me
I wanted money to end all the misery
Know I'm a soldier get hit wit artillery (gang)
Ever jumped off the porch then you know that feeling when taking your first step
We getting bread and I'm with the gang you know that we working
Hit the mall and we splurge buying it all
Roll up the cookie I'm trying it all
Won't stand on the business then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like sum referees
You know I'm a soldier
And I'm fucking wit soldier
And we after the money you know the bullshit get looked over
In this bitch with a stick
In this bit wit a Glizzy
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot
Cuz my niggas wit it
