Tell Me What Youre Lookin For Lyrics

Tell Me What Youre 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, ca