Like That (Rough Draft)
Yeah
You ain't know I was gone do it like that did you
You ain't know I was gone pop like that
You and yo squad don't rock like that
How all yo boys get shot like that
Aye
Okay
Way too young to get racks like that
Way too grown why you act like that
All that hate why you mad like that?
Aye
Yeah, you mad as fuck and I see it
Go to sleep get a Tempur-Pedic
Broke ass fuck man I can't be it
If he's a dead president I need it
Broke hoes alway beg, no beat it
If I ever got a win, I cheated
I don't got time for no L's I'm leaving
I don't got time to be dealing with the bitch made
They all say gang but they don't pull triggers
Say you got loud but you smoke with swishers
R-o-t-f-l that figures
Bed bugs biting but you think they chiggers
You a dead beat and you drink cheap liquor
Got no car so your feet think quicker
And all that hate make these pockets bigger
Okay
You ain't know I was gone pop like that
You and you squad don't rock like that
How all yo boys get shot like that
Aye
Okay
Way to cool to be hot like that
Why yo girl gotta thot like that?
You was on top how you drop like that
Aye
Lol, you was supposed to do big things
10 years later still sitting in the same damn place no money for a got damn dream
Don't got money for a got damn thing
Spent it on blunts and some got damn weed
Don't make since you a got damn feign
I hope you don't drop from the got damn lean
Hardest in my city and I always gotta prove it
Ain't no better I'm only the one to do it
Hit on top of hit cause I'm a winner not a loser
Niggas looking mad because I'm cooler than a cooler
Bitches on my dick because they heard I got a ruler
I can make you squirt a cup of water from your cooter
She said Vally teach me, I really need a tutor
Started giving toppy then she rode it like a scooter
Oh God
Okay
You ain't know I was gone pop like that
You and you squad don't rock like that
How all yo boys get shot like that
Aye
Way too young to get racks like that
Way too grown why you act like that
All that hate why you mad like that
Aye
Don't be mad at it
Vally
Five
You ain't know I was gone do it like that did you
You ain't know I was gone pop like that
You and yo squad don't rock like that
How all yo boys get shot like that
Aye
Okay
Way too young to get racks like that
Way too grown why you act like that
All that hate why you mad like that?
Aye
Yeah, you mad as fuck and I see it
Go to sleep get a Tempur-Pedic
Broke ass fuck man I can't be it
If he's a dead president I need it
Broke hoes alway beg, no beat it
If I ever got a win, I cheated
I don't got time for no L's I'm leaving
I don't got time to be dealing with the bitch made
They all say gang but they don't pull triggers
Say you got loud but you smoke with swishers
R-o-t-f-l that figures
Bed bugs biting but you think they chiggers
You a dead beat and you drink cheap liquor
Got no car so your feet think quicker
And all that hate make these pockets bigger
Okay
You ain't know I was gone pop like that
You and you squad don't rock like that
How all yo boys get shot like that
Aye
Okay
Way to cool to be hot like that
Why yo girl gotta thot like that?
You was on top how you drop like that
Aye
Lol, you was supposed to do big things
10 years later still sitting in the same damn place no money for a got damn dream
Don't got money for a got damn thing
Spent it on blunts and some got damn weed
Don't make since you a got damn feign
I hope you don't drop from the got damn lean
Hardest in my city and I always gotta prove it
Ain't no better I'm only the one to do it
Hit on top of hit cause I'm a winner not a loser
Niggas looking mad because I'm cooler than a cooler
Bitches on my dick because they heard I got a ruler
I can make you squirt a cup of water from your cooter
She said Vally teach me, I really need a tutor
Started giving toppy then she rode it like a scooter
Oh God
Okay
You ain't know I was gone pop like that
You and you squad don't rock like that
How all yo boys get shot like that
Aye
Way too young to get racks like that
Way too grown why you act like that
All that hate why you mad like that
Aye
Don't be mad at it
Vally
Five
Credits
Writer(s): Craig D. Love, Jonathan H. Smith, La Marquis Jefferson, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman
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