Gucci Mane Everybody Looking lyrics

Let's do this
The hood niggas
The goons
Let's go

Errybody lookin'
Yo, yo
Lambo's get the bitches
Mo hoes

Stove make the cookies
Oh, oh
Hurtin' these suckas feelings
Ouch, ouch

Yo, yo, yo, come check this crazy flow
I gotta go and do this show
Just where is Tokyo?
Yo, yo, damn, Bricksquad be burnin 'dro
Drink bur man and white folk with me I got cash to blow

Yo, yo, your nose gon' grow just like Pinocchio
You're lying that your hot as me but that is not the truth
Oh, no, my left, right wrist is truly extra cold
My flow sick need them extra, oh's, I need an extra stove

So, so, I'm so icy my squad run in snow
You know it and you knew before so much dough I shut down the store
Hoes, hoes, I bird-feed these bitches like they like were crows
I pull the totem pole out and leave them pussies swole

Errybody lookin'
Yo, yo
Lambo's get the bitches
Mo hoes

Stove make the cookies
Oh, oh
Hurtin' these suckas feelings
Ouch, ouch

Errybody lookin'
Yo, yo
Lambo's get the bitches
Mo hoes

Stove make the cookies
Oh, oh
Hurtin' these suckas feelings
Ouch, ouch

Space age, what you though? What you think I say?
I make money different ways give banks all through the day
Hey, hey, damn I paved my way, I payed my way
I used to sell a lot of yay, I moved a key a day

Wait, wait, way, way, way, way back in the day

I ran the A, me and my who 2 shotguns and a K
Now I'm getting' that stupid cake I'll put you to sleep like Jake the Snake
Then throw big faces right in your face right in front the place

One day you might get some money maybe 12 bars if you pay me
Excuse me, girl, you want some babies? Gucci you can't have my babies
One day I'ma go to magic city See some ass and titties
Scur some shrimp, sip some liquor, all these bitches fuckin' with me

Errybody lookin'
Yo, yo
Lambo's get the bitches
Mo hoes

Stove make the cookies
Oh, oh
Hurtin' these suckas feelings
Ouch, ouch

Errybody lookin'
Yo, yo
Lambo's get the bitches
Mo hoes

Stove make the cookies
Oh, oh
Hurtin' these suckas feelings
Ouch, ouch

Goddamn, Gucci Mane just bought another Lamb
Chevy with the crazy cam, I pull over with that stupid slam
Yeah, plus I got all this jewelry on
Flexin' like I'm Serious Jones, Bubba Kush still my cologne

Word up? Bricksquad put your birds up
You ain't never heard nothing if you never heard of us
Blood cuz run to you, you can't rep no more
Matter you can't breathe no more
Blow so hard that there is nothing left for sure

What? I'm royalty like King Tut
Got someone to introduce you to, baby, thats deez nutz
Plus I wouldn't give a flying fuck 'bout none of that shit you fuss about
I fly them in them bus 'em out there's nothing left to talk about

Errybody lookin'
Yo, yo
Lambo's get the bitches
Mo hoes

Stove make the cookies
Oh, oh
Hurtin' these suckas feelings