Tell Me What You`re Lookin` For Lyrics

Tell Me What You`re Lookin` For

Chorus: X2



Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want?



Look inside my trunk you can find what you want







[Kane]



1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you punks



Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump



Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from Houston



Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phone



Get some B12, get out some pots



When I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocks



It's a never ending game, and my hustle don't stop



It's a devestating pain when I use my glock







[Abel]



Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600



High as the fuck, but we can still get blunted



TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get punished



A hundred G's cash in the stash (all hundreds)



Nigga bout to wreck shop



Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socks



Just a young nigga hustle out the trunk for dough



Got the chip, flip phones by the corner store







Chorus X2







[Gotti]



I got the properest product



From the weed to the board to the pluck



Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?



Step in the cut



Don't let them feds no what's happenin' with us



Because they love to bust a nigga nuts



And have me hard to wear some handcuffs



So I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth shut



I only fuck with my gambino's



Cause everything that I do is illegal



From racketeering to casinos to choppin' weight



With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel



On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three way



They tap our frequency



So we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.A



We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes



No mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to fall



Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no love from us thug



Told me guns, or blood



So nigga what?



Keep that shit on the hush







[Full Blooded]



And step to the breeze way



Niggaz with me to take it easy



I won't, but I can't face death when you squeeze me



Put the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask man



Ski mask man, yeah man, doin' bad man, cash man



I'm hound out, play my hood, hit blasa



Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in knots



First night murder, that's how we do it, thats how we did it



Who did it?



You know your boy, ? that run with No Limit



It was in some, white camaro, fuckin' window was tinted



They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in it



Full Blooded



Niggaz gonna respect that there



I'm a No Limit soldier



I can't neglect that there



Give 'em camoflague on my duty



Hand me the keys to the dooley



Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when these niggaz wanna do me



About this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'



Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'







Chorus till fade