Get Like Me
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real-life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real-life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
So many people tryna copy me it's so obvious
Your mans hating on me cuz I'm flossing it
So I'm running every day how a faucet drip
Brosi going off every-way I'm just bossing it
Blessing it
Off the drugs I'm different
Louis mixed with Burberry, sike I'm on my basic shit
I stay low smoking dro it make the time go by
Didn't mean to fall in love
Now she'd ride or die
Repping 201 that's the residence
Bitch im heaven sent, moving packs like the president
If you try my set we'll hit a stain on you
Fuck my old shit i'm on my new new
Driving thru your city, tinted windows stars looking pretty
If you try my set, it won't get pretty
If you try my set, it won't get pretty
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real-life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real-life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real-life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
So many people tryna copy me it's so obvious
Your mans hating on me cuz I'm flossing it
So I'm running every day how a faucet drip
Brosi going off every-way I'm just bossing it
Blessing it
Off the drugs I'm different
Louis mixed with Burberry, sike I'm on my basic shit
I stay low smoking dro it make the time go by
Didn't mean to fall in love
Now she'd ride or die
Repping 201 that's the residence
Bitch im heaven sent, moving packs like the president
If you try my set we'll hit a stain on you
Fuck my old shit i'm on my new new
Driving thru your city, tinted windows stars looking pretty
If you try my set, it won't get pretty
If you try my set, it won't get pretty
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
So many people tryna copy me, you can't get like me
Imma rockstar behind the scenes (yeah) real-life fantasy
Smoke pouring out my lungs in the vip
You can't get like me
Really you can't get like me
Credits
Writer(s): Paul D'ambrosio
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