I Don't Like The Look Of It Explicit Version E

I don't like the look of it. I-I don't, I don't, I don't like the Look it. I-Okay, I'm sippin' on the syrup, Got a nigga movin' slow. I'm all about the money, what the fuck you Think I do it for? Bitch, don't act like You don't know I'm killin' all these rap niggas. Custom-made casket for your motherfuckin' funeral. Keep the women with me, shit, I gotta keep Like two or more. Party every day like we Won the fuckin' Super Bowl. Chillin' with my nigga Mack, we keep bitches handy. White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the Nose candy. When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?" I reply, "Hi, I am Gutta Gutta, that nigga." I was raised in the home of the cap Splitters. Whip on twenty-fours, watch it crawl like A caterpillar. I come with a toy boy like A Happy Meal. And you's a motherfuckin' duck, Daffy Deal. I'm from the school of hard knocks Where we scrap and kill. Pick a knife or gun and you can get The package deal. I'm hot, nigga, burnin' everything Around me. I was lost for a minute, took A while, but I found me. The streets say I'm king, but the game'll never Crown me. Realest nigga doin' it, just ask the Niggas 'round me. So you can't size me up Or try to clown a shark in the water. Jump in and I'ma drown ya. New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down ya. Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin' downer. I'm a great white, you's a flounder. Fish and a bitch, I tuna everything around ya. You hog Gutta movin' everything around ya. It's Young Money, bitch, at the top is where They found us, nigga. Don't look of it. don't, Don't like The look Uh, goons on deck, Marley, Don't shoot 'em. Silencer on the gun, Watch a nigga mute him. The coach in the booth, call me John Gruden. School these niggas, they all my students. All jokes aside, I ain't playin' with you. The weed broke down like a transmission. The chopper spin 'em 'round like a ballerina. Bitch, I'm still spittin' like I ate a jalapeño. I'm from Uptown, my bitch from Argentina. My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena. Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault. And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce. I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, everything paid Off. You can catch me courtside at the Dwayne Wade house. With a hot yellow thick bitch with Her legs out. Cash Money president, But we in the Red House. Who the fuck want it? Me, my fuckin' D. I blow your candles out, Now, nigga, cut the cake. I gotta eat, bitch, like a runaway. Y'all niggas ain't eatin', stomach ache. Okay, all these bitches and niggas still hatin'. I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gatin'. Fuckin' with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic. I'm on the road to riches, it's just a Little traffic. Hair still plaited, Thuggin' is a habit. Keep my guitar hip-hop, Lenny Kravitz. Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like Rabbits. Dope dick Weezy, your girlfriend an addict, Uh. I Don't, don't like the look of it