Like Me
Babygirl, all in my cell phone
Trippin' why, the fuck you is not home
Bitch, whatchu mean
I'm just giggin', and ballin' with my team
When I walk up in the building who the fuck is you
I'm a fly G, swangin' bangin' bussin' through
I'm a G, smokin' smeezy yellin' yee
Yelling fuck the world just a dollar and a dream
Day ones stay truly to the boy
Babyboy got your girl playin' with his toy
She gonna swaddle, coddle, gobble gobble on the D
She gonna sloppy toppy yellin' daddy yes please
I'ma hit it on the flow, hit it on the beat
I'm a G, forever always be
Smokin' Gs, always smokin' Ps
Bangin' solid G, always be solid with my team
Bussin' with my team
Ayy ayy
What it do
MHO tackin' out the booth
Make flames in the stu, lean back sit coo
Sit coo
Ayy ayy
What it do
MHO tackin' out the booth
Make flames in the stu, lean back sit coo
Sit coo
Said she in danger, smashing on my way up
Slide 90 miles on the dash quit playin'
Say I'm insane I ain't never changing lanes
Now they wanna play fair I'ma take it all the way
I'ma take it all the way, who you think I am
Tryna fuck with my dogs, first we can't be friends
If you live how I live bet you sink quicksand
Take you down memory lane I was down real bad
Damn, in my head felt I lost myself
Taking pain left and right like I took the belt
No mark on my soul working with what's left
To the top steady grind give the world my best
Needa focus in my mind, making music all the time
I'm just grateful I'm alive, do it all to my surprise
Working hard I'm getting tired
Watch the news my family tired
Playing chess there's no rewind bruh
Ayy ayy
What it do
MHO tackin' out the booth
Make flames in the stu, lean back sit coo
Sit coo
Ayy ayy
What it do
MHO tackin' out the booth
Make flames in the stu, lean back sit coo
Sit coo
Get to the front, get on the stage
Before you holla, let my shit bang
Hit the deep note, deep down, deep throat
Bitch holla hit the high note, don't choke
Get bapped, shit tapped, give this bitch a bone
Check this out, watch her walk sidestep her home
Shit boy, I guess we be those guys
All gas, big bump, lit that high
She do it so nasty, don't at me
Shawty say I ain't really too classy
I ain't give up, tryna do enough
I don't miss a lot, you don't want none
Take apart ya whole mental
Still trash me you don't know what I been through
Chasing chicken earned these feathers never lost the vision
Rap these bars release my soul I'm active on a mission