Lyrics Looking For Me - SG Tip

Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Woah

Ice around my neck a glacier hoe
I'm still playin' with them blocks, this ain't Tetris though
Gas bag thirty-two, I'm still taxing hoe
Give me fifteen nigga, you can get a show
I'm in the same damn 'partments with the burglar doors
I'm in your baby mama's spot, it's doin' a brick or more
Three niggas all black, who they lookin' for?
F&N to his face, now the casket closed (bow, bow, bow)

If you lookin' for me, I'm in East Atlanta
He only thirteen, but he got the hammer
He jumped off the porch, with a red bandana (blatt)
He made the pot scrape (scrr), with the Arm & Hammer
If you lookin' for me, I'm in East Atlanta (yeah)
He only thirteen (on god), but he got the hammer (pow)
He jumped off the porch, with a red bandana (blatt)
He made the pot scrape with the Arm & Hammer (scrr, scrr)

Big blocks, no Tetris
A thousand percs, no flexing
Big dog, no fetching
Throw the ball, I'm catching
Niggas runnin' off with the work and trade it all in for a necklace
My young niggas so reckless
He do it all for respect (yeah), he do it all for a check (yeah)
One call get you wet (brrt)
Second call for them bricks
A third call for your bitch
Swerve off in your whip
My buddy running in your shit (yeah)
Thirteen with a clip (ha)
By fourteen he got flipped (damn)
If you lookin' for me, bitch I'm on the set (set)
Probably chasin' a check, probable racin' a 'vette (skrrt)
Probably fuckin' your bitch (I am), tryna give her a brick (huh?)
Make her go hit the strip, put the dick on her lip

If you lookin' for me, I'm in East Atlanta (yeah)
He only thirteen (on god), but he got the hammer
He jumped off the porch, with a red bandana (blatt)
He made the pot scrape with the Arm & Hammer (scrr, scrr)