Willy Wonka lyrics

[Chorus; Gudda Gudda]
I I I don't like the look of it
I I I don't like the look of it
I I I don't like the look of it

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm sipping on the syrup got a n*gga mioving slow
I'm all bout the money what the f*ck you think I do it for
Just don't act like you ain't know I'm killing these rap ass n*ggas
Costing them thier caskets for your motherf*cking funeral
Keep these women with me sh*t I gotta keep two or more
Party everyday like we won the f*cking superbowl
Chilling with my n*gga mack he keeps b*tches handy
White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
When I'm walking by the women say who is that
n*gga I reply I'm gudda gudda that n*gga
I was raised in a home of cap splitters
Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a happy meal
And you a motherf*cking duck daffy dale
From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill
Pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal
I'm hot n*gga burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm king but the game will never crown me
Realest n*gga doing it just ask the n*gga round me
So you can't size me up but try to clown a
Shark jump in the water and I'm a drown ya
New orleans gun out I'm a down ya
Put n*ggas to sleep like a downer
I'm a great white you a flounder
Fish ain't a b*tch i'll tuna everything around ya
You hoe gudda move everything around ya
It's young money b*tch at the top is where they found us
n*gga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Goons I'm back marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on a gun watch a n*gga mute 'em
The coach and the boot call me jon gruden
Schooled these n*gga they all my students
All jokes aside I ain't playing with ya
The weed broke down like a transmission
Choppers spin like a ballerina
I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapeno
I'm from uptown my b*tchs from argentina
My pockets on fat like joey cartagena
Stunt so hard it's all ya'll fault
And when it come to beef give me a-1 sauce
I ain't worrying about sh*t everything paid
Catch me poolside in dwayne wades house
Wth a high yellow b*tch with her legs out
Catch money president but we in red house
Who the f*ck want it name a f*cking day
Blow the candles out my n*gga cut the cake
I gotta eat b*tch like a runaway
Ya'll n*ggas ain't eating stomache
Ok all these b*tches and n*ggas still hatin
I used to be ballin but now I'm bill gating
f*ck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic
I'm on the road to riches it's just a lil traffic
Hair still platic f*ckins a habit
Keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis
Bought your bad b*tches and I f*ck 'em like rabbits
Dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict
Uh
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
I I don't I I don't
I don't like the look of it