Get It Like Me

(Uh)
(Them niggas really don't love you man)
(They faking)
Them niggas don't love you
Lately been balling like I'm in tha bubble
Climbing the ladder but still remain humble
Talk to my team like we in a huddle
Hit then I dip I ain't come here to cuddle
Don't fuck with the gang you know that we trouble
Deep with my dogs better get em a muzzle
Packing a glock we ain't came here to tussle
Grew up with troubles
I ain't let that define me
Trusting in God cuz his timing is timely
Fumble the bag man that's highly unlikely
Smoking on pack we just do it like Nike
Rocking a show it's a movie like spike lee
Need my shit cold want my jewelry be icy
Up on the road met some bitches that's shiesty
I never told and I put that on almighty
Huh

When you get it like me
You be the one that they envy
When you get it like me
Bitches around you be plenty
When you get it like me
All of your haters act friendly
When you get it like me
Pockets stay swole they heavy

Get it like me I ain't mean to be preachy
Smile at my face but nothing ain't peachy
Run up a bag man I do that shit weekly
East African girl put it on me she freaky
I know she leaching
Sleazy and sneaky
Give her the dick she came back a frisbee
She just want freebies
Know that she greedy
Wet Aquafina I call that bitch Fiji
Get it like me and stay out the way
Serving the fiends you cannot relate
Wanted to leave I told her behave
Fake and the lame we try to evade
A spade is a spade
Same way that they played they got betrayed
Weighed all of my moves I ain't making mistakes
We ain't calling a truce with none of them snakes and Jakes

When you get it like me
You be the one that they envy
When you get it like me
Bitches around you be plenty
When you get it like me
All of your haters act friendly
When you get it like me
Pockets stay swole they heavy

Get it and spend it
Rolling on gas but I'm sharp as a pencil
Cut shortie off she be acting too friendly
Never been soft we armed and we deadly
Never gon stop till I get me a Bentley
We aim and they drop beef address it directly
Way to the top tell the goats to expect me
Pass me the rock know my layup is jelly
Tell em respect me
I cannot beef with no rapper
Preach to the choir they call me a pastor
Inna booth spitting fire do it with a passion
Crude and they rude my niggas ain't lacking
Jakes they be asking we dunno what happened
Pack and we clapping we ain't just rapping
Gather them sticks like we going camping
Don't hit on no licks raking money from talent

When you get it like me
You be the one that they envy
When you get it like me
Bitches around you be plenty
When you get it like me
All of your haters act friendly
When you get it like me
Pockets stay swole they heavy



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Kiprotich
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