Look (feat. Percules) - song lyrics
They call me Percules cause I keep percs on me wait
I remember bein a lame didn't know what to do takin' xans to the face
Used to waste my time dreamin' bout hoes
Now I dream about money and bout my safe
Used to be lackin' sometimes now I move tactile ain't catchin' no case
Went from sneakers them DCs to messenger bags printed with GG
Went from talkin' some shit now I'll leave a man leaky
Girl askin' me do you love me keke
I remember this ain't used to be me, look
I might get your GG took
Up in the studi like Gordon Ramsey I cook
Shawty smell like candy aight look
Look, I don't really care if I'm booked
If I gotta shoot dont miss D.Book
Oh shit, that was your girl I took ay ay
Look, left your scary ass all shook
Been in the game too long no rook
Mixin up white shit like im a cook, Ay Ay
Everybody know yo hoe clapped
Did some magic up in the strip club, hoes clapped
Got him outta breath like four laps
Bitch I'm too real you know that
Sent too many shots like four straps
Wearin all black, Kodak
Got yo girl askin' where the coke at
Went from sneakers them DCs to messenger bags printed with GG
Went from talkin' some shit now I'll leave a man leaky
Girl askin' me do you love me keke
I remember this ain't used to be me, look
I might get your GG took
Up in the studi like Gordon Ramsey I cook
Shawty smell like candy aight look
Look, got too many bars won't run out
Walk up in his house made a bitch boy run out
Walkin' through the street like got my gun out, ay ay
Look, got too many pills won't run out
You know we sip and we pop till the sun out
Got yo girl pressed like she tryna get her son out, ay ay
They call me Percules cause I keep percs on me wait
I remember bein a lame go to school be cool just sit and wait
Now I'm grown up in fashion no actin' I got good taste
Used to be off 10 drugs no cappin' changed that, never too late
Drip in Trapstar I don't rock Amiri
Phones tapped I don't trust Siri
Ain't too many I would work with
But Perc got it, so we gettin' busy
Got the trap jumpin' when I'm in the city
Pure rocks, all my feens skinny
In a tracksuit, on longstreet, with an e-scooter and all the nittys
Like Woah, whatchu know bout weight
Whatchu know bout beef whatchu know bout hate, huh?
Whatchu know bout bricks
Whatchu know bout jakes
Whatchu know, it aint safe (nah)
My connect say he miss me
I've been gone I've been missin'
Tryna get this music hittin'
But If this dont work then it's back to pitchin (uh)
I don't ever wanna see a court room again
If this dont go I'ma re-offend
The feens need snow and I need a benz
I'm tryna get payed not make amends
Yo Doni my twizzy we shut it down
No competition best product in town
Fish scale comin, in by the pound
I seen hell and we jus' tryna get out
Look ain't no such thang as a half way crook
Pockets so fat all my custis' hooked
My bitch a baddie you seen how she look? Ay Ay
Shook, yeah all of my ops be shook
Tried to jump me, must've been the wrong foot
Yeah, cause L's is all that they took, Ay Ay
Ayo four to the muhfuckin eight
Big Skip
Yawready know
Yo Perc whats good
Let's get it
Ay Ay