Don't Look at Me - Gucci Mane, Young Thug

I’m a walking work of art, body marked, yeah it’s marked on

Gave me brain, bless her heart, I taped it on my smartphone

Kush cologne smelling like a bale plus a bale of strong

Pink foamposites same color the shit I’m drinking on

Double cup, styrofoam cup, man I’m going on

Geeked up for a while so I rolled a blunt a mile long

Spikes on my feet like they cleats, not an athlete

Christian Louboutins to the wallet, bitch, don’t ask me

I’m a King P, how you mistake me for a car thief

Me, Peewee, Thugga, Young Duke and Chief Keef

T.H.3 through the summer, bitch we off the leash

Two pair of Jordans in my trunk, got that .223

Breast cancer supporter, I pour it up like Hennessy

Fuck nigga better say squad or he a enemy

Got a show in Tennessee and I’ma charge them fifty G

Nigga say he’s headhunting, revolver the remedy

My bitch got a body, she don’t speak no English

The Bentley on Bleveland, don’t look when you see me

That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don’t you look at me

Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany’s

Lil bitch I’m a demon, they know I’m a flight risk

I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling

Now what do you call it, we balling so icy

Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch

Call me Guwop Macaroni

Make you stick yourself like Tony, nigga

Stick yourself for me, nigga

Don’t step on these ponies, nigga

Monkey nuts on all my guns

So yeah them is my homies nigga

I only fuck with killas, nigga

Don’t fuck with phonies, nigga

Mob meeting with the clique like Lucky Luciano nigga

Medusa head, Gianni, nigga, my shoes and belt is Pucci nigga

Why they call you Gucci Man and you head to toe Louie, nigga?

Like James Harden, re’d up on mils but I don’t play for Houston, nigga

On the cell with Meechy and he told me I’m the realest nigga

R.I.P.

to Fat, shoutout to Webbie and free Boosie nigga

Three mil I got crazy diamonds, mental institution, nigga

Zone 6 14 year old killers, this the revolution, nigga

Racketeering and extortion and prostitution, nigga

Bentley just pulled over me and I’m on constitution, nigga

You hating, what you proving nigga?

Yo girl is a juicy nigga, you size me up, I fuck your bitch

You better not fuck with Gucci nigga

My bitch got a body, she don’t speak no English

The Bentley on Bleveland, don’t look when you see me

That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don’t you look at me

Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany’s

Lil bitch I’m a demon, they know I’m a flight risk

I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling

Now what do you call it, we balling so icy

Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch