Freddie Gibbs - WHAT I LOOK LIKE lyrics

[Chorus: Maxo Kream] Now what I look like And if it ain't money, I don't look right Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight Mr. Maxo Tookie, had a Crip blue, Suge Knight Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, there's new ice" [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] New G63, cut the roof not the top back We shootin' 223's at the roof, knock his top back I'm in another league, when I speak you can't talk back 'Cause I talk big racks and I tote big straps Yeah, I can't snort lines because I sold crack And I don't do lines, I sleep through these bags Don't sleep this online 'cause I still squeeze life Just pull a flatline and push your sh*t back [Chorus: Maxo Kream & Freddie Gibbs] Now what I look like And if it ain't money, I don't look right Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight Mr. Maxo Tookie, had a Crip blue, Suge Knight (Yeah, yeah) Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, there's new ice" (Yeah, yeah, [?], baby, let's get it) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Rippin' and flippin' that thing, I ship it off, grab a book tight (Yeah) ni**as that's missin' the smack, I still got crack, I got good white (Yeah) Check it for twenty-eight racks, I said I'll be back if it cooked right (Yeah-yeah) Hold a lady for pounds, b*tch, I'm the real skeety Suge Knight (Woo) Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage, that's when the rabbit hole (Yeah) ni**a ran off, I had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole (Yeah) I just copped the bouquet condo for my Atlanta hoe (b*tch) I'm gettin' sloppy top with the .7 in automatic mode I pray Lord, Allah, got forgiveness for killers (Yeah) We pray when we lost but forget when we winnin' (Yeah) Courthouse, penitentiary, was not my intention My front door, my front seats, in front of my engine, yeah Sports cars off the work, call 'em work cars (Yeah) They hold on like [?] I let the first part (Yeah) For Christmas I got obituaries for your squad I put your sh*t on VVL 'cause I don't swear to God, yeah [Chorus: Maxo Kream] And what the fu*k I look like If it ain't money, I don't look right Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight Mr. Maxo Tookie, had a Crip blue, Suge Knight Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, there's new ice" [Instrumental Outro]