What Cha Starin' At
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Yeah I see you pussy nigga (I see you)
I see all y'all pussy niggas (I see y'all fuck niggas)
Checking us out and shit (yeah)
Nigga always wanna hate on a motherfucking
Nigga (Always fucking hating)
Cause a nigga got these hoes, you know
What I'm talking about (I got 'em all)
Got these five golds in my mouth (You ain't know)
I'm smoking that good weed (Project Pat
Three 6 Mafia, Lil Jon, them the top five)
And I got plenty motherfucking money (Fuck nigga)
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
Project Pat-ah, pistol pack-ah, skull crack-ah
In the V.I.P., buying Goose like a trapper
Green smoker, purple kush blunt roller
Always need change, I'm a big face folder
Dope holding, forty-four is enforcing
A punk try me once, left him headless like a horseman
What you looking at, boy, as I'm walking by
In the club, in my face, 'bout to blow my high
Popped a pill, while you mugging, I'm grooving
Unless you wanna die, my nigga, keep it moving
'Cause we shoot first and ask questions later
Have your skull leaking like a busted tomato
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
Everybody in my clique, we drank
Everybody in my clique got bank
Everybody in my clique, we ball
Gold teeth niggas, coming straight from north Nawf
Everyday we hustling, just like Rick Ross
Everyday we struggling, and everyday we starve
These niggas can't fuck with my hood, we deep
The last thing you see, is the bottom of my feet
Now let the pain begin, I'm born and bred
Off in the city of sin, that dirty down low
That Memphis Tenn, where my niggas get throwed
Stuff the white up they nose
Take the kush, break down, sprinkle in sacred loads
Where the homies ride high, with the bump in the back
Sometimes might ride with a body in the back
When we clicked in the club, outside ain't joking
In the parking lot, our guns smoking
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, huh, high in the mirror
What you looking at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at
What you staring at, nigga
What you staring at, what you staring at