Lyrics Lookin' Out - ABM Drip

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all talk about me like a topic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let the birds keep flockin', I ain't one to chase the doves
Let the bodies keep droppin' I'm the type that's wearin' gloves
Since I took two L's, that's two fails,
With two snitchin' bitches, two whales
'Til two scales paid two bails
Now shooters trail, I got two tails
Walk 'em down right through hell
Walk in loud, say who smells
No talkin' loud watch who tells
No talkin' now watch who sells

Bring in a mic let him sing for the pigs
Knock out his teeth and he'll sing with a lisp
Bring in my trident I'm king of these fish
So keep swimmin' away I ain't minglin' bitch
I keep chippin' away like I'm pringlin' shit
Gettin' closer and closer to stringin' a hit
You a joker and broker if you don't bring in Bens
Like look at this choker its spinnin' again
I'm spinnin' again, they spinnin' again
Back and forth sprayin' we winnin' again
Back and forth prayin' we sinnin' again
I'm sorry momma I did it again I'm in it again
Got my self in a jam, come visit the can
Every time that you come I say never again but I'm in it again
Wearin shackles wit brothers we twinnin' again
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all talk about me like a topic I don't gotta pay for subs
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talkin' bout me better stop it I don't like to play with bugs

Let the birds keep flockin' I ain't one to chase the doves
Let the bodies keep droppin' I'm the type that's wearin' gloves
Since I took two L's, that's two fails,
With two snitchin' bitches, two whales
'Til two scales paid two bails
Now shooters trail, I got two tails
Walk 'em down right through hell
Walk in loud, say who smells
No talkin' loud watch who tells
No talkin' now watch who sells