Like That

Yea
Yea
LV Gang
Like I ain't got none else to do
Like I ain't got none else to do
Like I ain't got none else to do
Like I ain't got none

I'm outchyea sellin' this dope like I ain't got none else to do
Outchyea gettin' this doe like I ain't got none else to do
Bae tellin' me to kome home like I ain't got none else to do
Feinds ringin' down my phone so you know a nigga gotta sell this food
I'm outchyea sellin' this dope like I ain't got none else to do
Outchyea gettin' this doe like I ain't got none else to do
Bae tellin' me to kome home like I ain't got none else to do
Know I stay with that khrome, klick, klack and that shit go boom

4 Oz what I started with, lord knows i'm on my kocky shit
A pocket scale and a trap phone, that was my little starter kit
Usto front, now I buy the shit, not the nigga you want problems wit
I was broke tryna find a lick, now i'm iced up like a hockey stick
Did this shit on my own, I just wan' sit on my throne
Gotchya main bitch on the phone while another hoe giving me dome
I got her wet like she jumped in a pond
Magical dick, she think I got a wand
Bitch i'm a king and your man is a pond
These niggas is broke so we don't get along

I'm outchyea sellin' this dope like I ain't got none else to do
Outchyea gettin' this doe like I ain't got none else to do
Bae tellin' me to kome home like I ain't got none else to do
Feinds ringin' down my phone so you know a nigga gotta sell this food
I'm outchyea sellin' this dope like I ain't got none else to do
Outchyea gettin' this doe like I ain't got none else to do
Bae tellin' me to kome home like I ain't got none else to do
Know I stay with that khrome, klick, klack and that shit go boom

Big tool what i'm grippin' on
Cognac what i'm sippin' on
Leather seats what i'm sitting on
Hattin' niggas, imma piss em off
Broke dudes, i'm shittin' on
Free my niggas, I miss em all
Kounting money while I make this song
So fuck everybody that did me wrong
I'm outta here, gone with the wind
Dab on em, put your arm to to your chin
How you playing like you not tryna win
Niggas hattin' kus they mom at the krib
Nigga stop it, ask around, bitch I been about it
If there's a lick, I put my niggas on it and we ain't even gotta split the profit
Kus a nigga ballin'
I just really need a bigger wallet, wrist looking like it got glitter on it
Your chick only look bad on snapchat when the lil bitch put a filter on it
Hatting shit unacceptable, I don't even wanna help these dudes
I'm just out here getting richer kus I don't got none else to do

I'm outchyea sellin' this dope like I ain't got none else to do
Outchyea gettin' this doe like I ain't got none else to do
Bae tellin' me to kome home like I ain't got none else to do
Feinds ringin' down my phone so you know a nigga gotta sell this food
I'm outchyea sellin' this dope like I ain't got none else to do
Outchyea gettin' this doe like I ain't got none else to do
Bae tellin' me to kome home like I ain't got none else to do
Know I stay with that khrome, klick, klack and that shit go boom



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Jeff Lippencott, Brandon Linney, Michael Linney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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