Louie Ray - They Looking lyrics

[Intro] Alright Okay, dawg sh*t Southside sh*t I was tryna leave the game- I was tryna leave- Okay I was tryna leave- 'Olk was tryna leave the game, but it's not a pay 'Olk was tryna leave the game, but his nose was hooked Yeah, nah, for real, though [Verse] 'Olk was tryna leave the game, but his nose was hooked I came here to buy sh*t, I'm too old to look The city that I came- Yeah The city that I came from 'rough, get the coldest cook Catered to the family, only hire thе coldest cooks Got the single diamond еarring, boulder look Shoestrings on the tems loose, got the soldier look I 'so excited when I finally got it, couldn't hold the look Thirty pointer diamond links, I'm goin' up Local rappers wanna sign to me (Come on) I gotta sell somethin', that's the crime in me Kept a straight face but I knew you was lyin' to me He don't shoot the hair around, do a line a piece If I ain't bring one out of town, I just buy me a heat (Bah!) They know I'm hot, surround me with heat She pledge allegiance to this dick, just drop on her knees (Drop) You got drank and sip with me, I'm droppin' a fee I never changed up, you know it's the popular me (Yeah) I know it's poppin' everywhere like the doppler B If you could make sweets, b*tch, peach cobbler me A lil' rotail dip with the lobster meat (Yeah) I be bringin' cities out, the opps might meet It might say you all can't shoot if a chopper speak Hold this b*tch up like lips, my knot can speak (You see this sh*t), Okay I was tryna keep up with these hoes, they a' got away I told my ni**as back and they would know, we got a way Know a ni**a just now, poppin' out, you know you gotta w- Ah, okay You a ni**a just poppin' out, you know you got a way If it's a price on lil' tea, I don't wanna pay Southside Rich beat's hard, make you wanna pay Okay, I just brought a hunnid out, since you want us late My watch bustdown, finna buy another house, it's a must now She is actin' like I ain't on sh*t, I'm regressional I can not put the cream soda crush in my cup down (Bah, bah, bah, bah!) Shotgun buck-sounds It's like I put my hand on the cement, how I touch the towns It's like I left a monumental mark, how I touch crowds ni**as on the sidelines sick about these touchdowns The club on the table, but they wanted me to jump down [Outro] Southside sh*t