Look At This

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Reportin' live, yeah From the 215, yeah (LX Xander, mercy, please), yeah From the 215, yeah (Bell Weather, I'm a trendsetter) Lil Uzi Vert, yeah [Verse 1] I hit my dance, you can't copy moves I'm on the top, what I got to lose? (On top) She made a mess, that's a sloppy move (Woah) And that's your bitch, boy, I'm shocked as you (What?) "Lil Uzi, ain't no one hot as you" (Yeah) Been 'round for some time, but a lot to prove (Yeah) These niggas so fake, got me tired too (Woah) I'm rockin' that Prada, ain't proud of you (Woah) I look at the world, yeah, I'm ready for change I can tell everything is not the same All white diamonds like pure cocaine ('caine, 'caine, 'caine) Every time I go out I don't ask, "Where my change?" (Uh-uh) I don't talk, only speak about cheese (I Don't talk) I can tell these niggas don't like me (Don't like me) Don't make sense 'cause they look like me (Look like me) Plus their main bitch wanna have my seed (My seed) He don't make cents, so he don't make rent (Uh-huh) Cry to a bitch, yeah, that boy, he a simp (Uh-huh) Sneak diss, what? You tryna throw me a hint? Four Pound gon' leave way more than a dent (Baow) Opp-ass nigga, gon' get his ass bent After they done then you know it's, "Good riddance" (Woah-woah) That nigga beefin' with the whole damn city (Woah-woah) He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent 'em (Woah), yeah He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent 'em (Woah) We don't give a fuck, kill a opp, good riddance (Woah) Got dropped by a white man yeah, that's a henchman Drum on the cannon, feel like Nicholas, yeah (Uh-huh) So much work, I'm cookin' it, yeah On that jet, I'm bookin' it, yeah Kevin Hart money, man, told her, "Look at this" (Woah) [Chorus] Yeah, yeah Brand new Lamb', look at this This my jam, look at this Chopper with FN, look at this All my fans, look at this Count them bands, look at this Got her on cam, look at this I'ma do it all again, look at this (Yeah) Look at this, uh, look at this (Whoa) Look at this (Woah), uh, look at this, uh (Woah) Look at this (Woah), uh, look at this, uh (Woah) Look at this (Woah), uh, look at this, uh (Woah) Look at this (Woah), uh, look at this, uh (Woah) Look at this (Woah), uh, look at this, uh (Yeah) Look at this (Yeah), uh, look at this, uh (Yeah) Look at this (Yeah), uh, look at this, uh (Woah) [Verse 2] Make your girl wet, look at this (Woah-oh-oh) I'ma book a jet, look at this (Woah-oh-oh) Can't drive no Corvette, look at this (Vroom, vroom, vroom) Money my pack, look at this (Yeah) Now I am the best, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, let's bet, yeah (Let's bet it) And I don't even bet, yeah Put pink diamonds in the Patek, yeah Hold on, I had to grab her waist I swerve on this bitch, I'm all over the place (Skrrt) I don't got no heart with this shit, I'm resentless These niggas mad 'cause I'm real cool with Benjamin If you say Benjamin, talkin' 'bout the Franklin Diamonds, water, neck, tank it I put them diamonds all up on my pinky Take my tee shirt off and I got on a tank Look at my diamonds, my neck they be pink I broke that bitch heart then I broke in her safe Don't pull over for 12, I'm doin' the race (Skrrt) The cops ever catch me I'm beatin' the case Oh, you want a purse? Well you gotta wait You suck my dick, bitch, before we go on date Say that .223 choppa, put that to his face (Blrrt) Now that boy pray to God, he talk to T. D. Jakes (Shh) Okay, no, it's no rules to me, choppa got ruler B Spent well more than a million dollars my jewelry My bitch she look mixed to me, my bitch she look rich to me When I fly out I know my bitch, she missin' me And my pockets, them bitches fatter Mr. Mean Everything I say, I know that she history Don't save they numbers, keep that in my history Bitch suck my dick after that get some Listerine [Chorus] Yeah, yeah Brand new Lamb', look at this This my jam, look at this Chopper with FN, look at this All my fans, look at this Count them bands, look at this Got her on cam, look at this I'ma do it all again, look at this (Yeah) Look at this, look at this (Yeah) Look at this, look at this (Oh) Look at this, look at this (Yeah) Look at this, look at this (Whoa) Look at this, look at this (Yeah) Look at this, look at this (Whoa) Look at this, look at this (Yeah) Look at this, look at this (Whoa)
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Credits
- Writers
- Lil Uzi Vert
- LX Xander
- Bell Weather