Don’t Look at Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] (808 Mafia) On the cell with Meechy and he told me I'm the realest nigga Yeah It's Gucci (This beat is so so Metro) Huh [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm a walking work of art, body marked, yeah, it's marked on (Ahh) Gave me brain, bless her heart, taped it on my smartphone (Bless her heart) Kush cologne, smelling like a bale plus a bale of strong Pink Foamposites, same color the shit I'm drinking on (I'm leanin') Double cup, styrofoam cup, man, I'm going on (Go) Geeked up for a while, so I rolled a blunt a mile long (Wayne shit) Spikes on my feet like they cleats, not an athlete (Hoo) Christian Louboutins to the wallet, bitch, don't ask me (Damn) I'm a King P, how you mistake me for a car thief? (What?) Me, Peewee, Thugger, Young Duke and Chief Keef (Wop) T-H-3 through the summer, bitch, we off the leash (Off the leash) Two pair of Jordans in my trunk, got that two-two-three (Duh, duh, duh, duh) Breast cancer supporter, I pour it up like Hennessy (Drink it) Fuck nigga better say, "Squad," or he a enemy (Squad) Got a show in Tennessee and I'ma charge 'em fifty G's (Ten a ki') Nigga say he headhunting, this revolver the remedy (Bah) [Chorus: Young Thug & Gucci Mane] My bitch got a body (Sheesh, sheesh) She don't speak no English That Bentley on Bleveland (Skrrt) Don't look when you see me (Don't look) That 'Rari on Mooreland (Phew) Keep straight, don't you look at me (Sheesh, sheesh) Them gators got syphilis (And what?) Her diamonds from Tiffany's (And what?) Lil' bitch, I'm a demon (Rahh) They know I'm a flight risk (Sheesh) I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling Now what do you call it? (Brrrt) We balling so icy (Blatt) Our sound is so icy (And what?) Bricksquad not nice, bitch (Brrr) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Call me Guwop Macaroni, make you stick yourself like Tony (Stick yourself), nigga Stick yourself for me, nigga (Stick yourself for me, Tony) Don't step on these ponies, nigga Monkey nuts on all my guns, so yeah, them is my homies, nigga (Woo) I only fuck with killers, nigga, don't fuck with phonies, nigga (No) Mob meeting with the clique like Lucky Luciano, nigga (Lucky) Medusa head, Gianni, nigga My shoes and belt is Pucci, nigga (Versace) Why they call you Gucci Man and you head to toe Louie, nigga? (Huh?) Like James Harden, re'd up on mills, but I don't play for Houston, nigga (Ball, ball, ball) On the cell with Meechy and he told me I'm the realest nigga (Huh) R.I.P. to Fat, shout out to Webbie and free Boosie, nigga (Yeah) Three mill, I got crazy diamonds, mental institution, nigga (Brrr, brrr) Zone 6, fourteen year old killers, this the revolution, nigga (Damn) Racketeering and extortion and prostitution, nigga (Baow) Bentley just pulled over me and I'm on constitution, nigga (Woo, woo) You hating, but what you proving, nigga? Your girl lips look juicy, nigga (Huh?) You size me up, I'll fuck your bitch, you bet' not fuck with Gucci, nigga [Chorus: Young Thug] My bitch got a body (Sheesh, sheesh) She don't speak no English That Bentley on Bleveland (Skrrt) Don't look when you see me (Don't look) That 'Rari on Mooreland (Phew) Keep straight, don't you look at me (Sheesh, sheesh) Them gators got syphilis (And what?) Her diamonds from Tiffany's (And what?) Lil' bitch, I'm a demon (Rahh) They know I'm a flight risk (Sheesh) I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling Now what do you call it? (Brrrt) We balling so icy (Blatt) Our sound is so icy (And what?) Bricksquad not nice, bitch [Outro: Gucci Mane] Metro, TM Turn up, you know? Bling, blaow, ha Haha, piped up, young nigga