Текст песни LOOK LIKE IT AINT - Zythaprophet

Before you tell me what it is
I'ma tell you what it ain't
Don't ask me if I got my gun, what the fuck you think
Been rapping, trapping, serving pills, sipping drink
Nigga play with me
We gone leave him stank
Posterize little niggas
Leave them in the paint
Big ass tires
Shit look like a tank
Glock 40 on me
But it look like it ain't
He said his chain dancing
But it look like it ain't
Yea, run up on me he gone get flanked
Yea, gun up on me, point blank
She a bad bitch, send her to the bank
If I showed my momma what I payed for this she'd probably faint
He wish my chain was fake but now he mad because it ain't
He wish that I was lacking sorry buddy but I ain't

Sliding around in an LS1 and I'm toting a gun
I'm in the house, counting up funds
Doing that just for fun, yea
I put GC on my face, put kush in my lungs
I know my name hold weight, I know it weigh a ton
I know these niggas hate but I know these niggas bums
That's why I keep that oukie tucked, just like a blunt
Rick Owens on my feet
Just like a punk
I'm in a five point seven swerving just like a drunk
I swear I'm so used to splurging this shit ain't none
Ice up on my neck so now its freezing in here
Cam kit on my whip now its breathing, yea
Gotta keep the glock on my hip
I can't leave it here

Before you tell me what it is
I'ma tell you what it ain't
Don't ask me if I got my gun, what the fuck you think
Been rapping, trapping, serving pills, sipping drink
Nigga play with me
We gone leave him stank
Posterize little niggas
Leave them in the paint
Big ass tires
Shit look like a tank
Glock 40 on me
But it look like it ain't
He said his chain dancing
But it look like it ain't
Yea, run up on me he gone get flanked
Yea, gun up on me, point blank
She a bad bitch, send her to the bank
If I showed my momma what I payed for this she'd probably faint
He wish my chain was fake but now he mad because it ain't
He wish that I was lacking sorry buddy but I ain't