Tell Me What Youre Lookin For Lyrics

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