Lil Wayne - I Don't Like The Look Of It lyrics

Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup Got a n***a moving slow I'm all about the money What the f** you think I do it for b**h don't act like you don't know I'm k**ing all these rap n***as Custom made caskets for you muthaf**a funerals Keep the women with me sh** I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday like we won the f**ing Superbowl Chillin' wit my n***a Mack, he keep b**hes handy White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n***a?' I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n***a' I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal And yous a muthaf**in' duck, Daffy Dill I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and k** Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal I'm hot n***a, burning 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 will never crown me Realist n***a doin' it just ask the n***as around me So you cant size me up or try to clown uh Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya New Orleans n***a, Gun out, Imma down ya Put n***as to sleep like a muthaf**in' downer Imma Great White, yous a flounder Fish and a b**h I tuna eveything around ya U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya It's Young Money b**h At the top is where they found us Uh, Goons on deck Marley don't shoot em' Silence on the gun Watch a n***a mute em' The coach in the booth Call me Jon Gruden School these n***as, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha The weed broke down, like a transmission Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina b**h I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno I'm from uptown, my b**h 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 sh**, Everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house Wit a high yellow thick b**h wit her legs out Cash Money president but we in a red house Who the f** want it? Make my f**in' day I blow your candles out, now n***a cut that cake I gotta eat b**hes, like a run-away Y'all n***as ain't eatin, stomach ache Ok, all these b**hes, And n***as still hatin I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n f**in with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh