Look At Me Na Yo Gotti & Mike WiLL Made-It

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Ayy, tell 'em this shit for dope boys only
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
You got it locked
You on the block with that work
You strapped up
That .45 right under your shirt
Your mama tweakin'
She tellin' you to go to church (church)
You noddin' off
'Cause you been sippin' on that syrup
You been payin' killers
Painkillers, you been poppin'
You them same niggas
Who was wreckin' shit and robbin'
Pocket full of money
That shit hangin' out your Robbins
Chopper or the carbon, you been killin' shit for hobby
You a cold nigga
You on that fuck them old niggas (fuck 'em)
You went smashed on the OG and you went and told niggas
If you owed niggas (what?)
Chop it up 'cause you ain't payin' (pull up)
Pull up and you're sprayin', let 'em know you ain't playin'
You with young niggas