Lookie Here Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Phay]
I got that thing in the back don't try
I'm gonna aim right there by your eye
Dot your t's and cross your eyes; they 'bout to hit you by surprise
How many times, oh how many times
The red zone six oh that's eastern time
I don't f*ck with the pigs I don't need no swine
Running down, coming down, peace of mind
I just want ya to think about me sometime
I just wanna take a selfie sometime
I heard big fella your a G-oh-9
See them on the streets Sharkeisha time
Hit them with the k-oh; hit them with the k-no;
Hit them with the great clips; hit them with the phay-do;
Hit them with the whip-whip; hit them way the lay-do;
Hit them with the Friday; hit them with the phay-do

[Pre-Chorus: Phay]
I don't want no molly, I don't wanna overdose
Fan of sittin' sideways, call that shit the Holy Ghost
Thirsty like the signing, I just wanna motorboat
It's a fake Friday, you know what I do the most

[Chorus: Phay]
Oh man, lookie here
God damn what is here
All them hoes tryin' to friend me
Now them hoes in my rear
And I'm on the new tip, tiny shit, disappear
Give me a q-tip and stay the f*ck about my air

[Verse 2: Kelechi]
Yeah, sad
See the pictures people paint
Change is gonna make some people change
Hit you peak like Machu Picchu
Treat you like Aretha Frank
I was such a mark, my sisters used to paint with Lisa Frank
Reachin' for my regions, since I leveled up my recent rank
It starting to rain, you starting to notice
I'm starting to worry that your not on the boat
And I'm meant to be Noah, my arc on the ocean
You mention me, no you can't hop off the coast with me Talk slick, I'll be slipping on lotion
Really got all them overdosing
Cops Ray got rid of them roaches
Oh shit
Sad, claim they be balling they putting away
You gon' end up with a nut in your face
Only nigga that I f*ck with is fate
Only nigga that I f*ck with is fate
Please don't make me push the button today
You'll be stuck we'll be staying at the front of the race
The features just hit me with something to say
Hey, we'll meet in bed like a f*ckin' parade
Holy, moly, can't find no one better than us
Mike Vick in the pocket, I'll rock it, that boy with a hell of a rush
Everybody claim they down with you until you tell them what's up
And now that you keep that hard white bottle truck like elephant tusk
Oh f*ck

[Pre-Chorus: Phay]
I don't want no molly, I don't wanna overdose
Fan of sittin' sideways, call that shit the Holy Ghost
Thirsty like the signing, I just wanna motorboat
It's a fake Friday, you know what I do the most

[Chorus: Phay]
Oh man, lookie here
God damn what is here
All them hoes tryin' to friend me
All them hoes in my air
And I'm on the new tip, tiny shit, disappear
Give me a q-tip and stay the f*ck about my air

[?]
I don't want no molly, I don't wanna overdose
Fan of sittin' sideways, call that shit the Holy Ghost
Thirsty like the signing, I just wanna motorboat
It's a fake Friday, you know what I do the most

[Verse 3: Phay]
I don't even drink but I think I might just do the toast
I don't even think but I know she got that super dope
She don't even drive she but she everywhere that uber go
Hit it from the back in the backseat of that uber tho

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