Pill - Everybody Lookin lyrics

[Intro] Everybody’s lookin’, if you’re jealous turn around The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground We’re gettin’ good grip from the 50 series tires The Alpine’s bumpin’, but I need the volume higher [Hook] Everybody’s lookin’, if you’re jealous turn around The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground We’re gettin’ good grip from the 50 series tires The Alpine’s bumpin’, but I need the volume higher Everybody’s looking, if you’re jealous turn around The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground We’re gettin’ good grip from the 50 series tires The Alpine’s bumpin’, but I need the volume higher [Verse 1] Aye! P-I double L, fresher than a ma’f**a Bad b**hes, no dresses in this ma’f**a Blowin’ loud, no stressing’ in this ma’f**a Big banks, no pressure on this ma’f**a Professional when I do this sh** Always dressed in the newest sh** Gucci, Prada and Louis sh** Leave the p**y all ruined, b**h Uh – I’m goin’ HAM in this motherf**er Peanut bu*ter, I’mma jam in this motherf**er The ba** steady kickin’ and the Armor All shines Pretty little chicken and I bet she is a dime Feel like I’m goin’ fishin’, your b**h is on my line Like a d**h row inmate’s teeth, I’mma grind Like a scale I’mma balance out This money sh** and this candid drop Guaranteed when them bands come out Them big booty hoes, their panties’ll drop Okay then… I’m throwin’ bands in this motherf**er So many hoes I need a van in this motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 2] Aye! This that straight drop sh**, shorty Bad b**hes pullin’ up in a 6-40 One rollin’ up the weed, one b**h snortin’ Master P, I double L, yeah, I been ’bout it Experience what made me, 80 feet they raised me Fourth quarter got paid, G From the one to the three with your lady Uh – I’m Mike Vickin’ in this motherf**er Dog-a** n***a trickin’ in this motherf**er Aye! It ain’t trickin’ if you got it, though A lot of flow, it’s like c**aina when I record A lot of dope, I done seen them servin’ beside the road ‘Cause I am clean, they hatin’, out of sight, they explode b**h! Take the roof up off this ma’f**a I’m turnin’ up, I’m the truth up in this ma’f**a Got some n***as that’ll shoot up in this ma’f**a We ’bout this paper, gettin’ loot all in this ma’f**a [Hook] [Verse 3] Volume loud, blowin’ loud with a six pack Got the glock tucked if they want the chit-chat Got a chopper on my side for the get-back Guaranteed they think they clean, but their kit wack Six pack on the stomach, make ‘em vomit Blood on his teeth whenever a n***a dumpin’ Tried to warn you ’bout this weather f** around and get pneumonia When the bullets start to rain This ain’t Southern California, b**h Stay strapped like a velcro tennis shoe Got a bad b**h that will replenish you Mortal Kombat, n***a, I’ll finish you Ignorin’ messages askin’ me what I’m finna do Been a fool with it, been a motherf**in’ monster Leave a n***a’s a** stinkin’ in his trash by the dumpster Got some little bitty n***as livin’ fast that’ll dump ya It’s the #1 rule, get cash as a youngster [Hook]