Like This (feat. oxy milly)

Look I'm back on my shit Take the cap off his dome like a capitalist (f*ck, yeah) Talk to his girl, now he mad at the chick I feel like a rooster, bro, I'm such a dick Taking my shots but I don't need a blick Tryna get rich real quick But my shit won't stick Prolly at a party off the molly, feeling tardy They just wanna feel the energy all over they their body Like this Like that Real quick Real fast Like this Like that Real quick Real fast Like a mic stand Say she only want me, one-night stand Baby, I don't want you, not pipin', not pipin' Stop talkin', pipe down 'Cause you actin' like a mothafuckin' clown These niggas still stupid, but they got a cap and gown And I been a hater, sorry, if I let you down But it's only one life that a nigga like me come around You know I could go a couple rounds Making niggas fix they fuckin' frowns I think I'ma turn the game around I think I'ma turn the game around I think I'ma turn the game around, wait Seven grams that's an eighth (that's two) Got a hold lotta shit on my plate (my plate) I'm busy tryna get a date And the cash be coming in late So why these niggas still hate? (you hatin') Tell me why these niggas still hate? Yeah, you know they be up in the way 'Cause they are not moving like whichever way Know I'm big time, but they featherweight And I got the woods, I'm built like a crate Get left behind, that is just your fate I rub it in face, I call it a case Case closed Niggas used to be so bold Now these niggas is just froze 'Cause ya boy is so cold (So cold) (So cold) You will never be up on my level Need to go and get a fucking shevel A shovel, I'ma bury you in the rubble See yo girl and we cuddle Got her drippin', make a puddle You could get your team and make a huddle You get popped like a bubble (ha ha ha ha) (Dirty Bubble) Like this Like that Real quick Real fast Like this Like that Real quick Real fast One level Two level Three level Four Leave the door open, I'm coming for more Pull up at the store, yeah Pull up with the clip Forty in the pocket, now you dead, rip Yeah, I'm psycho, got no where to go Playing with me, you playing with bro Hit you with the one, two I'm sick like the flu Just like a witch, I'm cooking, I brew Like this Like that Real quick Real fast Like this Like that Real quick Real fast (Like this, like that, like this...)