Boy Look

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1: Cutty Cartel] 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 [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx (All)] (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 [Verse 3: Mr. Mo (All)] (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 [Verse 4: Polow (All)] (Boy look) Ahhhh, sh-sh-shawty pimp I walk with a limp from the home of the Imps Posers, big ballеrs and shit (Boy look) I'm 'bout that cheese, I run with Gs Awe, you think they can fuck with you shawty Nigga plеase [Verse 5: Mr. Mo (All)] (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 [Verse 6: Bubba Sparxxx (All)] (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 [Chorus: All] 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 [Verse 6: Cutty Cartel (All)] (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 [Verse 7: Polow (All)] (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!" [Verse 8: Mr. Mo (All)] (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 [Verse 9: Bubba Sparxxx (All)] (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 [Verse 10: Polow (All)] (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 [Verse 11: Bubba Sparxxx (All)] (Boy look) Naw dude, I feed her dick and dog food Passed her on the Mr. Mo Left that pussy blistered though [Verse 12: Mr. Mo (All)] (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 [Chorus: All] 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 [Breakdown: Jazze Pha (All)] 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 [Chorus: All] 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