| Song | Whatchu Lookin' At - Radio |
| Artist | YoungBloodZ |
| Album | Drankin' Patnaz |
| 作曲 : Grigsby, Hall, Holmes, Hose ... | |
| [Intro] Yeah yeah yeah whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| Whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| Now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at | |
| Nigga whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at | |
| Bitch whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at [Verse 1] | |
| I ride woozie with some motherfucking wood | |
| Still hangin and slangin yea for beat at my hood | |
| Ay go get to it talking big boy shit | |
| Mean muggin like a motherfucker my head on my dick | |
| Bitch I can shake with your help nigga we buck ass wild | |
| We get crunk | |
| I got the truth | |
| I bought that destinys child | |
| Slide to the ride bitch where a nigga don't dance | |
| What I look like out there juking with this gat in my pants | |
| I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands | |
| My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on your pants | |
| I'm unruly seem like | |
| I don't give a damn | |
| Maybe cause | |
| I don't motherfucker understand (understand) [Verse 2] | |
| I'm bout foolish | |
| I'm what I motherfucking said | |
| I put a peep hole in your head | |
| I'm about my motherfucking thread | |
| Its your truly | |
| I still roll with the squad | |
| Ain't talkin your points outta thing feelin your bars | |
| They want to do me but heck | |
| I'm already on it | |
| I ain't gotta hit the car | |
| I got it already own it | |
| Nigga you ain't they say this song is to cold | |
| The same thing you heard before your mug got hit with a bottle | |
| I gets to it | |
| I'm out there smokin on purple | |
| Posted up getting money with my nigga from the circle | |
| Homeboy believe it | |
| I keep some sacks on my hand | |
| I'm posted up with my gat in my pants motherfucker | |
| I ain't playin [Chorus] | |
| Whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back | |
| We on the post your in our space don't step so close | |
| They know | |
| I'm ownin the game cause | |
| I stay grippin the grain | |
| I'm riding dirty on probation but | |
| I'll scrap with no things | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back [Verse 3] | |
| It's something new for them lets clean up off his plate | |
| Let's make a move on them no time to hesitate | |
| So ride the groove on them ain't no more time to wait | |
| Ain't no more room for them ain't nothing to debate | |
| Just let them fight for it something they never heard | |
| We keep it fight for them precise with every word | |
| I'm screamin at it nigga just watch where | |
| I swerve We runnin havoc nigga bangin on every curve | |
| We hit it raw on them real make calling off air | |
| We making blood on the niggaz don't want to take it there | |
| A-t-l running things you goobers stack your chains | |
| Moe back off in this thing jump off put in the game [Verse 4] | |
| We are known for being sold in a click foolish as mine | |
| Cigarillo bustin choppin hoes down the line | |
| Hating if you like us still the sun gone shine | |
| Add a coupe the feature your request goes rewind | |
| Like play action we stay ahead of the game | |
| Runnin through your whole league and still a catch the grain | |
| Cause this that real shit that make you act a fool | |
| Where you straighten out that nigga and tell that bitch be cool | |
| It's J-Bo shit nigga you already know | |
| We shake them off and keep on rolling it begin to show | |
| And sip good nigga | |
| I wish you would | |
| I'm slidin with about 50 niggaz straight up dead out the hood [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Grigsby, Hall, Holmes, Hose ... | |
| Intro Yeah yeah yeah whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| Whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| Now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at now whatchu lookin at | |
| Nigga whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at bitch whatchu lookin at | |
| Bitch whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at Verse 1 | |
| I ride woozie with some motherfucking wood | |
| Still hangin and slangin yea for beat at my hood | |
| Ay go get to it talking big boy shit | |
| Mean muggin like a motherfucker my head on my dick | |
| Bitch I can shake with your help nigga we buck ass wild | |
| We get crunk | |
| I got the truth | |
| I bought that destinys child | |
| Slide to the ride bitch where a nigga don' t dance | |
| What I look like out there juking with this gat in my pants | |
| I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands | |
| My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on your pants | |
| I' m unruly seem like | |
| I don' t give a damn | |
| Maybe cause | |
| I don' t motherfucker understand understand Verse 2 | |
| I' m bout foolish | |
| I' m what I motherfucking said | |
| I put a peep hole in your head | |
| I' m about my motherfucking thread | |
| Its your truly | |
| I still roll with the squad | |
| Ain' t talkin your points outta thing feelin your bars | |
| They want to do me but heck | |
| I' m already on it | |
| I ain' t gotta hit the car | |
| I got it already own it | |
| Nigga you ain' t they say this song is to cold | |
| The same thing you heard before your mug got hit with a bottle | |
| I gets to it | |
| I' m out there smokin on purple | |
| Posted up getting money with my nigga from the circle | |
| Homeboy believe it | |
| I keep some sacks on my hand | |
| I' m posted up with my gat in my pants motherfucker | |
| I ain' t playin Chorus | |
| Whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back | |
| We on the post your in our space don' t step so close | |
| They know | |
| I' m ownin the game cause | |
| I stay grippin the grain | |
| I' m riding dirty on probation but | |
| I' ll scrap with no things | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga whatchu lookin at | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back | |
| So whatchu lookin at nigga step the fuck back Verse 3 | |
| It' s something new for them lets clean up off his plate | |
| Let' s make a move on them no time to hesitate | |
| So ride the groove on them ain' t no more time to wait | |
| Ain' t no more room for them ain' t nothing to debate | |
| Just let them fight for it something they never heard | |
| We keep it fight for them precise with every word | |
| I' m screamin at it nigga just watch where | |
| I swerve We runnin havoc nigga bangin on every curve | |
| We hit it raw on them real make calling off air | |
| We making blood on the niggaz don' t want to take it there | |
| Atl running things you goobers stack your chains | |
| Moe back off in this thing jump off put in the game Verse 4 | |
| We are known for being sold in a click foolish as mine | |
| Cigarillo bustin choppin hoes down the line | |
| Hating if you like us still the sun gone shine | |
| Add a coupe the feature your request goes rewind | |
| Like play action we stay ahead of the game | |
| Runnin through your whole league and still a catch the grain | |
| Cause this that real shit that make you act a fool | |
| Where you straighten out that nigga and tell that bitch be cool | |
| It' s JBo shit nigga you already know | |
| We shake them off and keep on rolling it begin to show | |
| And sip good nigga | |
| I wish you would | |
| I' m slidin with about 50 niggaz straight up dead out the hood Chorus |