In this vibrant track, the artist asserts his status and success in the face of adversity and criticism. The repeated phrase "Look at me, look at me now" serves as a triumphant declaration of his accomplishments, wealth, and power. The lyrics also depict the rapper's lavish lifestyle, filled with expensive jewelry, luxury cars, and indulgent parties. However, he also touches on darker themes such as violence and conflict. There's a sense of defiance against those who doubted him or stand in his way - enemies are scorned without sympathy and faced with threats of retribution. This song is essentially a powerful assertion of self-worth and dominance in a world that is often hostile and challenging.
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Yeah ho (yeah)
Yeah (uh)
Yeah ho (yeah)
Yeah (uh)
Yeah (oh)
Yeah ho
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah ho (uh)
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin' me?
All of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou'
Fuck all my enemies
Never had sympathy, Fergie finna lay 'em down
Sippin' on Hennesey
Hop in that Bentley, fuckin' yo bitch in the mouth
Who am I? (Trap Lord) ay
Look at me, look at me now
(Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me now, ay
(Trap Lord) yeah
Look at me, look at me now
(Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fell in love with a stripper
And that is what happened today
Found that bitch on the Insta
And that is the fuck what I say, ay
Told that girl like I finna
Fly my ass out to LA
Girl actin' like she on pole
With that cake all in my face
Flacko cop new 'Rari
Told his ass, "I want a raise"
Vlone thuggin' with Bari
All of my niggas got taste
We gon' mosh in the party
Get the fuck out my way
Thirty got kick like karate
Don't wanna meet the AK (ay)
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin' me?
All of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou'
Fuck all my enemies
Never had sympathy, Fergie finna lay 'em down
Sippin' on Hennesey
Hop in that Bentley, fuckin' yo bitch in the mouth
Who am I? (Trap Lord) ay
Look at me, look at me now
(Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me now, ay
(Trap Lord) yeah
Look at me, look at me now
(Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now
Send a couple niggas to your bando (bando)
Send them hot rocks through your sandals (ay)
They say I remind them of Rondo (Rondo)
Light his ass up like a candle (ay)
Fuckin' on her like I'm Alejandro
My Dominican bitch is like J. Lo (kay)
Know a couple nigga with the platanos
Them banana clip will fuck up your day
Pull up to your crib like Domino's
Creepin' on a nigga like Cirque de Soleil
Man, I need my money pronto
I told ya time and time, then go again that way
It just feel like I'm in the Congo
Run through the jungle like everyday
Man, I came up from the bando
So take that motherfuckin' look off your face
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin' me?
All of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou'
Fuck all my enemies
Never had sympathy, Fergie finna lay 'em down
Sippin' on Hennesey
Hop in that Bentley, fuckin' yo bitch in the mouth
Who am I? (Trap Lord) ay
Look at me, look at me now
(Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me now, ay
(Trap Lord) yeah
Look at me, look at me now
(Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now
Writer(s): Darold Durard Brown, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Vaquan Wilkins
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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