Like Me (feat. Jammabands)

(Hahahaha, f*ck it up, Will) Yea, uh, yea, uh, yeah F*ck that shit let's go (Let's go) In Seattle, we goin' live (Yea) Come on, baby, it's the time of our lives Baby, you get so low (Ahah) We gon' have some fun (Yea) She always callin' for mo' (Yeaa) Ten bands not enough (Nah) What are you thinking? Life goes fast, but I'm blinking (Woah, woah) Life got a meaning (Yea) That's why we up all night for a reason (Ahh!) It's BB season They say it a lot, one day they gon' scream it (BB, BB, BB, BB) You don't understand like me (Nah) You don't know how to rock like me (Yea) You don't know how to drip like me (Nah) Baby, so fresh and so clean Ah, ah, ah, ah Got a show on the weekend She want bands, she want money, she tweakin', yea Ah, ah, ah, ah You don't understand like me (Nah) You don't know how to rock like me (Yea) You don't know how to drip like me (Nah) Baby, so fresh and so clean Ah, ah, ah, ah Got a show on the weekend She want bands, she want money, she tweakin', yea Ah, ah, ah, ah (Oooo) Yea, he don't count guap like me (Nah nah) Yea, he don't pop out like me (Oh nah) Yea, the bitch don't ball like me (Hell nah) Yea, he don't rock out like me (Mm mm) Yea, he don't rock out, he don't pop out With a bad bitch, she on the block now I'm too hot, baby, shooting stars now The last bitch broke my heart now Now, f*ck that shit let's go (Let's go) I'm making hits that's all that I know I'm with this bitch in the back of her throat Walk around town, I'm good Drop like 20, I'm good I tell lil' baby, "I'm on my way" God damn, 230, I'm on my way Hot lil' bitch like, "When I see him?" I'm gettin' money, just check the sequence (Yuh!) Okay, let's get it, let's run it (Yuh!) I'm in her motherfuckin' tummy (Yuh!) Okay, let's get it, let's run it (Yuh!) I met this bitch back in summer You cannot hang with us, god damn You don't understand like me (Nah) You don't know how to rock like me (Yea) You don't know how to drip like me (Nah) Baby, so fresh and so clean Ah, ah, ah, ah Got a show on the weekend She want bands, she want money, she tweakin' Ah, ah, ah, ah You don't understand like me (Nah) You don't know how to rock like me (Yea) You don't know how to drip like me (Nah) Baby, so fresh and so clean Ah, ah, ah, ah Got a show on the weekend She want bands, she want money, she tweakin' Ah, ah, ah, ah