100%
They Like Me Like This, Swear
100% my click gon ride if I should die today
No more window pain
It start to raining
I just fly away
Cops be on the Mail
He said it's done
I told em find a way
Time to feed the streets
My brodie told me
No more time to play
section full of niggas
Just ice grilling
Think they kind of gay
They try to blocc you find a way
Yea
Yea ok
Every chick I ever had was bad
That ain't no debate
Before the sweet success
This shit be sour
Trust I know taste
If you ain't never lost than got it bacc
Then we don't relate
If you ain't never copped then lost a pacc
Then we don't relate
Convos wit some killers
And it's just some shit you don't repeat
I barely talk to people
So if they air it out
I'll know the leak
100% my clicc gon ride
If I should die or sumn
Niggas jaccin style
Like I don't see it
Think I'm blind or sumn
Hit em with that switch
But missed the chicc
Oh he got lined or sumn
Talkin he be strapped
But ain't get back
I think he lien or sumn
Lotta frontin
Momma caught me baggin
Started crying cuz I was eye'n onions
12 foreign bitches
All 10s that's a dime a dozen
Still kno where to find us
Have my young in get to Bucc in
But he a nothin like giannis
Sippin Cliquot in mi casa
Or by the beaches in cabanas
Casamigos wit some freak hoes
Dat be geekin off maddonna
She wanna be my rebound
Make me feel like Dennis Rodman
Niggas clutchin but ain't bussin
Like that gun came wit a condom
OK
100% you did me wrong
I ain't got no remorse
Cuz was gettin bread
Then caught a fed
That nigga sold his Porsche
Nothing like a rapper
I just rap the shit I know and saw
Legend in my city
Go and ask they know I hold the torch
I relate wit gangsta
It don't matter what yo color is
Please don't say you gangsta
If you aint takin care of yo fuccin kids
I dun made it out
Now I can scratch that off my bucket list
Was gettin buccs at 17
I'm on that PJ Tucker shit
Gotta give reminders
For they not who they fuccin wit
Lollipop ass niggas
I ain't never been on no succa shit
Love my click
But I love that pistol
Like I love my bitch
Bulletproof my chest
In case I be the one they come to get
You know them bullets close
When u hear that cracc
It mean they broke the sound
Told me pook got clapped
From backdooring and that shit broke my down
Closest friends dun tried to backdoor me
Niggas broke they clowns
Married to the streets but got divorced
Cuz niggas broke they vows
Offered 3
I took a plea
I wasn't tryna go to trial
Slip up once
They say I'm done
That's why Im tryna sober down
Don't need a crew when you the one
That's why I movin solo now
They talkin but I can't see em
This shit like Marco Polo now
On go
No slowing down
If cops come I'm
Legally blind
I don't hum a sound
Like POP hold it down
55hunnet a plate
Nah you don't smoke this loud
I see straight thru these lil niggas
Just like an ultrasound
Wow
Niggas Clowns
Don't put my name in ya verse
If kno u ain't gon spin
Don't u put my face on ya shirt
They don't wanna see you paid
Rather see you laid in a church
Niggas say they in they bag
Wat they really mean is they purse
Came up from the turf
Kno I been bangin from the dirt
No emotion if I don't kno you
When it's yo brother that shit hurt
Watch the opps
But when you gotta watch yo brother
That shit worse
Paid the cost to be the boss
My only job was make it work
100% my click gon ride if I should die today
No more window pain
It start to raining
I just fly away
Cops be on the Mail
He said it's done
I told em find a way
Time to feed the streets
My brodie told me
No more time to play
section full of niggas
Just ice grilling
Think they kind of gay
They try to blocc you find a way
Yea
Yea ok
Every chick I ever had was bad
That ain't no debate
Before the sweet success
This shit be sour
Trust I know taste
If you ain't never lost than got it bacc
Then we don't relate
If you ain't never copped then lost a pacc
Then we don't relate
Convos wit some killers
And it's just some shit you don't repeat
I barely talk to people
So if they air it out
I'll know the leak
100% my clicc gon ride
If I should die or sumn
Niggas jaccin style
Like I don't see it
Think I'm blind or sumn
Hit em with that switch
But missed the chicc
Oh he got lined or sumn
Talkin he be strapped
But ain't get back
I think he lien or sumn
Lotta frontin
Momma caught me baggin
Started crying cuz I was eye'n onions
12 foreign bitches
All 10s that's a dime a dozen
Still kno where to find us
Have my young in get to Bucc in
But he a nothin like giannis
Sippin Cliquot in mi casa
Or by the beaches in cabanas
Casamigos wit some freak hoes
Dat be geekin off maddonna
She wanna be my rebound
Make me feel like Dennis Rodman
Niggas clutchin but ain't bussin
Like that gun came wit a condom
OK
100% you did me wrong
I ain't got no remorse
Cuz was gettin bread
Then caught a fed
That nigga sold his Porsche
Nothing like a rapper
I just rap the shit I know and saw
Legend in my city
Go and ask they know I hold the torch
I relate wit gangsta
It don't matter what yo color is
Please don't say you gangsta
If you aint takin care of yo fuccin kids
I dun made it out
Now I can scratch that off my bucket list
Was gettin buccs at 17
I'm on that PJ Tucker shit
Gotta give reminders
For they not who they fuccin wit
Lollipop ass niggas
I ain't never been on no succa shit
Love my click
But I love that pistol
Like I love my bitch
Bulletproof my chest
In case I be the one they come to get
You know them bullets close
When u hear that cracc
It mean they broke the sound
Told me pook got clapped
From backdooring and that shit broke my down
Closest friends dun tried to backdoor me
Niggas broke they clowns
Married to the streets but got divorced
Cuz niggas broke they vows
Offered 3
I took a plea
I wasn't tryna go to trial
Slip up once
They say I'm done
That's why Im tryna sober down
Don't need a crew when you the one
That's why I movin solo now
They talkin but I can't see em
This shit like Marco Polo now
On go
No slowing down
If cops come I'm
Legally blind
I don't hum a sound
Like POP hold it down
55hunnet a plate
Nah you don't smoke this loud
I see straight thru these lil niggas
Just like an ultrasound
Wow
Niggas Clowns
Don't put my name in ya verse
If kno u ain't gon spin
Don't u put my face on ya shirt
They don't wanna see you paid
Rather see you laid in a church
Niggas say they in they bag
Wat they really mean is they purse
Came up from the turf
Kno I been bangin from the dirt
No emotion if I don't kno you
When it's yo brother that shit hurt
Watch the opps
But when you gotta watch yo brother
That shit worse
Paid the cost to be the boss
My only job was make it work
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Writer(s): Jerae Tyri Prather
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