10KNYX - lookaround Lyrics

Ayy
We got a hunnid, the stocks
Gunning for locks
Drumming's the bops
Ayy
We got a hunnid, the stocks...
Rising, we gunning for...
Ayy

We got a hunnid, the stocks rising
We gunning for locks
Under my drumming's the bops
Cut up the onions and opps
F*ck all the others, it's chopped
Only my punnett, the box
Gutters we cover and crop
Out with my bruddas, it's topped
Town got a ton of that salt
F*ck it, y'all pushed to a halt
F*ck it, they made it my fault
We staying, it's safe in the vault
I gotta do what I'm taught
Dealt with the statements and notes
Tall as a bitch on my folks
The smoke I hand out's nefarious
F*ck it, we out, and we airing it
Out from my couch, getting arrogant
One of the house, Ian sharing shit
Found all the routes, and I'm gearing it
F*ck nigga snotty, get Claritin
Yuh

Ayy, ayy
We having fun, I'm outside
My God is up sky
We hungry, I can not deny
You under me, aiming that fye
We could've been up with them guys
But I got a humble my mind
I don't got enough, and that's fine
We bubbling, upping the budget is imminent
Gone make a ton of it
Tucking your tongue ain't for others
And I'm really in this for us
And these niggas ain't innocent, bluffing
I'm picking a blick for bussing
I'm bumming
Bring Benjamin up to the buttons, it's going down
I can fold the goalie, Imma hold it down
Found an allegory for the f*cking clowns
Niggas out of stories, don't hear nothing now
Knuckle up, it's crowds
Functions and the sounds
Bring a hundred rounds and a hundred nouns
Walk em up and down, tore another down
Bro sure a clown
Brochure for now
Look around
Yeah