Letra de Looked Over
Gang, you know what it is
You know what we rep
And you know how we step (Step)
You know what we rep
And you know how we step (Step)
(Ayy, run that shit chef G)
Ever jumped off the porch? Then you know that feeling when taking your first step (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gettin' bread and I'm with the gang, you know we working
Ayy, hit the mall and we splurge, buying it all, roll up the Cookie, I'm tryin' it all
Won't stand on your business, then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like a referees
You know I'm a soldier (Solider), plus, I'm fucking wit' Soldier (Solider)
And we after the money, you know the bullshit get looked over (Yeah, for real)
In this bitch with the stick (Yeah, yeah), in this bitch wit' the glizzy (In this bitch with the glizzy)
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot (Huh), 'cause my niggas wit' it ('Cause my niggas wit' it, yeah)
These niggas lame, you's the type to use my name for clout (Boy, why you do that?)
I'm the type of nigga walk up on you, slap the taste out yo' mouth (Bitch, come here)
Yeah, I'm a artist and a goon, nigga, I don't just rap (Nigga, I don't just rap, nah)
These niggas be jap, just talking, don't know what they talking about (They lying, they lying)
I just linked up wit' Soldier, we tied in like a Cuban, nigga (Yeah, we locked in, yeah)
All in Alabama with these hammers, if it's pressure, we moving niggas (We gon' push on 'em)
Want a verse? Gotta pay us (Yeah)
Wanna fuck? She can't date us (Uh, uh)
I'm on purple and yellow right now and I feel like a Laker (Bitch, I feel like Lebron)
Tell him shoot from the throw up (Bah, throw up)
Make 'em gag, make 'em throw up (Make 'em gag, make 'em throw up, bah-bah)
It's BreadGang, what I bang, I don't give a fuck what you throw up (I don't gve a fuck what you claiming)
If it's beef, we gon' show up (Show up), and smoke yo' ass like a pre rollup (Woo, woo)
He said he gangsta, I'm not convinced, you gotta show us (Nigga, you gotta prove)
Ever jumped off the porch? Then you know that feeling when taking your first step (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gettin' bread and I'm with the gang, you know we working
Ayy, hit the mall and we splurge, buying it all, roll up the Cookie, I'm tryin' it all
Won't stand on your business, then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like a referees
You know I'm a soldier (Solider), plus, I'm fucking wit' Soldier (Solider)
And we after the money, you know the bullshit get looked over (Yeah, for real)
In this bitch with the stick (Yeah, yeah), in this bitch wit' the glizzy (In this bitch with the glizzy)
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot (Huh), 'cause my niggas wit' it ('Cause my niggas wit' it, yeah)
Just stubbed my toe on the way to yo' bitch house (Yeah, yeah)
On the block gettin' to it wit' that blick out (With that blick out, yeah, yeah)
Don't stick out (Baow, baow), 'cause you'll get sticked up (Grrah, yeah)
Everywhere you catch me at, just know I'm bricked up (Yeah, that blicky)
Have you ever drove a load pass the troopers?
In the field wit' it like Cooper Kupp (Like Cooper Kupp)
Reach for these, better duck (Go duck)
But they flip a motherfucking truck, you know? (Damn)
Live fast, die slow, trap, been on mobile lately, shoutout Rylo (Yeah, yeah)
I got the right bag, right ho (Yeah), right hustle, go and grab a Monte Carlo (Huh)
Ayy, flex around and get robbed for that (Oh), don't be ashamed to get a job for that (Yeah, yeah)
A nigga played, you know we robbed him back, whippin' babies, I don't got a toddler yet
No they didn't think I would make it, this history (Ayy)
Shout out my momma, that lady invented me (Yeah, yeah)
I wanted money to end all the misery
Know I'm a soldier get hit wit artillery (Gang)
Ever jumped off the porch? Then you know that feeling when taking your first step (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gettin' bread and I'm with the gang, you know we working
Ayy, hit the mall and we splurge, buying it all, roll up the Cookie, I'm tryin' it all
Won't stand on your business, then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like a referees
You know I'm a soldier (Solider), plus, I'm fucking wit' Soldier (Solider)
And we after the money, you know the bullshit get looked over (Yeah, for real)
In this bitch with the stick (Yeah, yeah), in this bitch wit' the glizzy (In this bitch with the glizzy)
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot (Huh), 'cause my niggas wit' it ('Cause my niggas wit' it, yeah)
Ever jumped off the porch? Then you know that feeling when taking your first step (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gettin' bread and I'm with the gang, you know we working
Ayy, hit the mall and we splurge, buying it all, roll up the Cookie, I'm tryin' it all
Won't stand on your business, then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like a referees
You know I'm a soldier (Solider), plus, I'm fucking wit' Soldier (Solider)
And we after the money, you know the bullshit get looked over (Yeah, for real)
In this bitch with the stick (Yeah, yeah), in this bitch wit' the glizzy (In this bitch with the glizzy)
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot (Huh), 'cause my niggas wit' it ('Cause my niggas wit' it, yeah)
These niggas lame, you's the type to use my name for clout (Boy, why you do that?)
I'm the type of nigga walk up on you, slap the taste out yo' mouth (Bitch, come here)
Yeah, I'm a artist and a goon, nigga, I don't just rap (Nigga, I don't just rap, nah)
These niggas be jap, just talking, don't know what they talking about (They lying, they lying)
I just linked up wit' Soldier, we tied in like a Cuban, nigga (Yeah, we locked in, yeah)
All in Alabama with these hammers, if it's pressure, we moving niggas (We gon' push on 'em)
Want a verse? Gotta pay us (Yeah)
Wanna fuck? She can't date us (Uh, uh)
I'm on purple and yellow right now and I feel like a Laker (Bitch, I feel like Lebron)
Tell him shoot from the throw up (Bah, throw up)
Make 'em gag, make 'em throw up (Make 'em gag, make 'em throw up, bah-bah)
It's BreadGang, what I bang, I don't give a fuck what you throw up (I don't gve a fuck what you claiming)
If it's beef, we gon' show up (Show up), and smoke yo' ass like a pre rollup (Woo, woo)
He said he gangsta, I'm not convinced, you gotta show us (Nigga, you gotta prove)
Ever jumped off the porch? Then you know that feeling when taking your first step (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gettin' bread and I'm with the gang, you know we working
Ayy, hit the mall and we splurge, buying it all, roll up the Cookie, I'm tryin' it all
Won't stand on your business, then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like a referees
You know I'm a soldier (Solider), plus, I'm fucking wit' Soldier (Solider)
And we after the money, you know the bullshit get looked over (Yeah, for real)
In this bitch with the stick (Yeah, yeah), in this bitch wit' the glizzy (In this bitch with the glizzy)
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot (Huh), 'cause my niggas wit' it ('Cause my niggas wit' it, yeah)
Just stubbed my toe on the way to yo' bitch house (Yeah, yeah)
On the block gettin' to it wit' that blick out (With that blick out, yeah, yeah)
Don't stick out (Baow, baow), 'cause you'll get sticked up (Grrah, yeah)
Everywhere you catch me at, just know I'm bricked up (Yeah, that blicky)
Have you ever drove a load pass the troopers?
In the field wit' it like Cooper Kupp (Like Cooper Kupp)
Reach for these, better duck (Go duck)
But they flip a motherfucking truck, you know? (Damn)
Live fast, die slow, trap, been on mobile lately, shoutout Rylo (Yeah, yeah)
I got the right bag, right ho (Yeah), right hustle, go and grab a Monte Carlo (Huh)
Ayy, flex around and get robbed for that (Oh), don't be ashamed to get a job for that (Yeah, yeah)
A nigga played, you know we robbed him back, whippin' babies, I don't got a toddler yet
No they didn't think I would make it, this history (Ayy)
Shout out my momma, that lady invented me (Yeah, yeah)
I wanted money to end all the misery
Know I'm a soldier get hit wit artillery (Gang)
Ever jumped off the porch? Then you know that feeling when taking your first step (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gettin' bread and I'm with the gang, you know we working
Ayy, hit the mall and we splurge, buying it all, roll up the Cookie, I'm tryin' it all
Won't stand on your business, then don't stand next to me
All my hitters blowing like a referees
You know I'm a soldier (Solider), plus, I'm fucking wit' Soldier (Solider)
And we after the money, you know the bullshit get looked over (Yeah, for real)
In this bitch with the stick (Yeah, yeah), in this bitch wit' the glizzy (In this bitch with the glizzy)
And we ain't gon' hesitate to shoot (Huh), 'cause my niggas wit' it ('Cause my niggas wit' it, yeah)
