Lil Wyte Got'm Lookin Lyrics

Yeah...it's your boy Lil Wyte
I ain't never gave a f___
You know me
Your boy got no license
Warrants, probation,
All kinds a s___
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f___ 'em
They ain't gon' get me
Ima keep doin' my thang
Got work in my sock, glock on the seat
We ain't playin' wit em, you gon' havta catch me pimp, comon catch me!

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Ridin' dirty, got this weed in my sock
On the seat a plastic glock, aw s___ i see the cops (yup)
They lookin' they lookin', the candy got'm lookin (oooouuh)
They lookin' they lookin', the candy got'm lookin (oooouuh)

I'm bending through the Bay and I'm white as a ghost
Candy Chevy brown rag lookin' like some french toast
Got knock in the back, big rims and limo tint
It don't matter 'cause the po-po, they know whose up in it
It's me W-Y-T-E flickin' down ya block
Got some weed in my sock and on my seet, a plastic glock
And its c___ed, ready to go, ready to blow in the battle field
If the bullet don't put you down, the beating from the handle will
I'm ridin' dirty like Camillitary and the hatin'
Police sittin' on the next block and they waitin'
For me to try and leave the hood and jump right back on the slab
n____, If it was up to the cops, this lil cracker they would have to grab

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Now im ridin' down I-40 doin' 85
s_____in' 4 lanes tryin' to make the Interstate mine
I was just in the Bay were the police are hot as hell
On my way to my side town f___ it might as well
Jump up off the slab and get a box of grape Swisha's
A 2 X 4 of bussom take a lot of chicken livers
I left the Chevy truck, and leave the alarm armed
jump back in peddle to the metal straight to Chevy Barns
Beatin' with my Xanax man dealin' with the man advancin'
tryin' not to be the center of a attention in this stranded land
but they lookin' they lookin' the candy got'm lookin' (ooooouuh)
I'm pushin' and bookin' and cookin' like some Cajun food b____

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