(Freddy)mellow - Loot lyrics

Ricky O's and the Rafs (aye) Only smoking straight Gas (aye) Riding around in that coupe Tinted window black mask Hitting licks like we hungry Trapping out for the junkies Skrt off with her skirt off, next stop n***a new country And we never gonna stop (aye) Pullup in that drop top Smoking boof inside the book While I'm counting up these knots Ink ya b**h up like some blots But I'm trying to run it up Sipping muddy double cups Oh thats wise? I doubled up (Oh thats wise? I doubled up) [Hook] Life getting clearer Start off right from the dealer Im a pittsburgh steeler Keep ya b**h on lock Cause i might just steal her And reveal the real her (and reveal the real her) [Verse 2] Broke n***a broke your heart, but he can't even break bread Finessing off these xans Leave you lifted, peter pan Pipe it up, no plumber That 30 make you dance Knock you off your stance Take you out them stans Either act right or get left Only sipping act, n***a no tech Hit up Yung shy for that red He selling lines for that bread Off the goop while on loops Everything sealed, everything new We shipping packs on different routes We got the mac, and we taking LOOT Show biz i need that, Going to cost you about 3 racks I don't need your feedback Shoot my shot and get my re back Lay it up like novak, My life a picture no Kodak And I'm shining like Kodak, That 30 got a blow back 30 got a blow back, Im like snoop i blow bags I take a hit, i blow dabs She's a dope fiend, where the blow at? (yah) Where the blow at, all white n***a you know that I had the vision, i scope rats They some old news, some throwbacks [Verse 3] New news and new racks Flexed up, i do that All my n***as we down packed f** n***as? we don't dap Red beam on his face Rocking Acne till he breaks My b**h got a Birkin Glock on her waist (Glock on her waist)