Like Me

Babygirl, all in my cell phone Trippin' why, the f*ck 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 f*ck is you I'm a fly G, swangin' bangin' bussin' through I'm a G, smokin' smeezy yellin' yee Yelling f*ck 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 f*ck 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