Look Like This - Preme Feat. Lil Wayne

You're invincible to me Indestructible, you see And one day we'll all be free You dragged me here I'll drag you out Remove my face There's nothing there The souls they speak They're hearing me This room was full I locked myself So you don't do it for me Just take the tape And run away If it's misplaced I'll lose my mind You're better off if you leave You dragged me here I'll drag you out Remove my face There's nothing there The souls they speak They're hearing me This room was full Leave me alone Let me be Leave me alone Let me be Leave me alone Let me be Leave me alone Let me be Let me be Let me be Let me be Let me- let me be Let me be Let me be Let me be Let me be

(Infinity) Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Look at this (yeah) Check me, look at this (check me) I got three on the neck, two on the wrist (su) Three on the neck, two on the wrist (uh) And my diamonds got insurance, it's no GEICO (ice) Show out on these h-, plain Patek, rose gold Uh, big ol' stick If I sh- the rounds, they gon' stick (woo) Look at the ki-ki-kick Now they forfeitin' (it kick) Red eye coupe, no Terminator, do top-view turns in that Too many b-, I got three on the neck (two), two on the wrist (two), two on the wrist (two) Two on the neck, 'bout three on the wrist (literally) The money keep comin', the tires keep runnin', don't know what to do with this shit (no) The cars and clothes and h-, no, you know we ain't new to this sh- (you know that) We givin' out tags for toes for n- that troll and look like a lick (liick) Poppin' out, I'm out in Paris fashion week, you see the pics (flash) Medallions big as the fabrics, askin' me, "How much is this?" (wow) No matter the problem or the occasion, know that we takin' the risk (go) Some n- rather be famous, but you see, me, I was made for this (Takeoff, ooh) Look at this (yeah) Check me, look at this (check me) I got three on the neck, two on the wrist (su) Three on the neck, two on the wrist (uh) And my diamonds got insurance, it's no GEICO (ice) Show out on these h-, plain Patek, rose gold Uh, big ol' stick If I sh- the rounds, they gon' stick (woo) Now they forfeitin' (it kick) Red eye coupe, no Terminator, do top-view turns in that Too many b-, I got three on the neck (two), two on the wrist (two), two on the wrist (two) (True) If I go through the lane, I'm dunkin', don't do layups, yeah (no-no) I don't spill the drip for free, young n-, gotta pay up, yeah (uh) The gang on a spendin' spree like lil' Trayle, yeah (spree) How much your drip cost? (Woo) Three on the neck, two on the wrist (two hunnid) I even told Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder to look at this (Ray Charles) Mama Takeoff gave me a -, swear I felt it kick (mama) Dropped a bag of presidents, I came from bowls of grits (go) Look at this (yeah) Check me, look at this (check me) I got three on the neck, two on the wrist (su) Three on the neck, two on the wrist (uh) And my diamonds got insurance, it's no GEICO (ice) Show out on these h-, plain Patek, rose gold Uh, big ol' stick If I sh- the rounds, they gon' stick (woo) Look at the ki-ki-kick Now they forfeitin' (it kick) Red eye coupe, no Terminator, do top-view turns in that Too many b-, I got three on the neck (two), two on the wrist (two), two on the wrist (two)

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

You got the light, count it all joy You got the right to be mad But when you carry it alone, you find it only getting in the way They say you gotta let it go Now tell 'em why you mad son 'Cause doing it all ain't enough 'Cause everyone all in my cup 'Cause such and such still owe me bucks So I got the right to get bucked But I try not to let it build up I'm too high, I'm too better, too much So I let it go, let it go, let it go I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?" "Why you can't just face it?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) "Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) "Why you always talking shit, always be complaining?" "Why you always gotta be, why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad) Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love, baby? Yeah, but I, got a lot to be mad about Got a lot to be a man about Got a lot to pop a Xan about I used to rock hand-me-downs, and now I rock standing crowds But it's hard when you only Got fans around and no fam around And if they are, then their hands are out And they pointing fingers When I wear this fucking burden on my back like a motherfucking cap and gown Then I walk up in the bank, pants sagging down And I laugh at frowns, what they mad about? 'Cause here come this motherfucker with this mass account That didn't wear cap and gown Are you mad 'cause the judge ain't give me more time? And when I attempted suicide, I didn't die I remember how mad I was on that day Man, you gotta let it go before it get up in the way Let it go, let it go I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?" "Why you can't just face it?" "Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad) Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love, baby? I ran into this girl, I said, "I'm tired of explaining" Man, this shit is draining But I'm not really allowed to be mad

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across I be with killers just coming home They only hope is me and the Quran They only wish is for a new chain But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at And I move where the realest be And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped Yeah, the DMV on the map That's a city, two states if you can count I'm as real as I say, I never lie So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in These bitches want money stacks Me? I want a hundred stacks These bitches selling their soul Well, I want my money back She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass Look what them booty shots done to that That bitch need her money back, Lord She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring She say I buy her all kinds of things She lie about everything I put her on time out and everything I cut the bitch off like a thread of string These hoes'll say about anything 'Cause they know that y'all believe everything That's why I get high about everything All of this fog like the weather change Turn the strip club to a hurricane We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang And we do not play games 'bout money, mane She do something strange for money, mane Yeah, I used to play running back I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Balling, we balling, we balling Balling (Balling), hey darling (Hey darling) Sweet darling (Hey darling), you know we ballin' We balling, Wale, fuck with me Mula baby Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season For no reason, fuck with me

Yeah (Yeah, yeah) For better or worse I'm here with you (For better or worse) I just logged of the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin' I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature (Yeah) Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, I done got us accommodated (Yeah) Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (Yeah) The cars that we drive come in like common dеnominators You could be the one livin' this lifе or the commentator I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled) I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA (Skrrt) I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (Fuck it) Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch We out in Palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime? I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over Now look at me cross-over (Yeah) And I rap like my life depend on this shit (It does, nigga) I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla Guns on the dresser came with a compresser Don't you treat, treat, treat me like sixth man, uh, yeah Ayy, tell the valet, "Bring the Urus to the parking lot" I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick so stop Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink Henny Talkin' 'bout some nights before the tour, what you gon' do to get it? Ayy, I prolly got half of your rent, if not, get up in it Pay me, the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world The world cray, always first, never second, suck my third leg Got her legs in the air like some bird legs Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy Coke on my fingers, work a key like a keyboard Cocaine cowboy, yee haw, high comin' down Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I won too, I'm not 'em Put the gun to his collar, alhamdulillah'd 'em, yeah Bum boo and olives, mushroom and molly Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić Promethazine make my punch punch like Muhammad New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis Yeah, red bandana and blue collar Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soul child in this bitch Platinum teeth but they I smile in this bitch What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bitch If you's lack, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah Yeah (Yeah, yeah) For better or worse I'm here with you (For better or worse)