Just Like Me
I like vibes
Xanny got me falling deep
I like cash
But you always steal my green
I don't wanna kill your high
But you're just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
I wanna smoke some racks
I wanna blow that pack
She wanna blow my dick
She wanna throw it back
Sold another O at Sacks
Got two B's thats birkin and benz
I keep it all in the bag
She got that Apple bottom
So you know I float with a mac
Got a Louis tote with a tag
She wanna smoke my weed
She wanna toke this tree
She don't pay for the rent
Pockets flow with the green
She said does your family know about me
Baby I don't even know what you mean
She calling my phone but I'm busy just rollin
She handle these balls like she playing bowling
I'm busy smokin
This is my slogan
Vibes
Xanny got me falling deep
Cuz I like cash
But you steal my green
I don't wanna kill your high
But your just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
She wanna top that high
I feel alone all the time
Benzos and percys
Xanax and flurries
Lean with the faygo
She'd throw it back for a dime
She usin' me for dollars
Diamonds just studdin my collar
Tennis chain made by Ben Baller
He askin questions, I'm fuckin his daughter
I got a Pj, we on a charter
Studio made in the sky
And I just rap for the angels
Popping a xanny so time would fly by
Stripes on me like the bengals
My brother's locked up for crimes
I'm upping that pen
I'm getting him outta the pen
I'd do it again and again
Don't even know how to begin
No we ain't friends
Bitch I ain't one of these trends
I got purp and I got dope
I got slurp she likes that coke
I like weed I never choke
Feel my vibe inhaling smoke
I got shatter, she got good head
I got cuffs around my bed
I feel cuffs inside my head
Same ole shit, just got more bread
I got keys thats push to start
I got seats that lean to far
Rollie shining, ice blue diamonds
Hit 160 ain't no sirens
I got downers I got ups
She got throat, she my slut
She throw ass, she grab my chains
She like cameras, she got a face
I got lies and regrets
I got glocks inside my bed
This stove ain't for making bread
I didn't choose the life I live
This my story on the page
I told god i'm afraid
Told him that I lacked his faith
Now I see those heaven gates
I like vibes
Xanny got me falling deep
I like cash
But you always steal my green
I don't wanna kill your high
But you're just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
Xanny got me falling deep
I like cash
But you always steal my green
I don't wanna kill your high
But you're just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
I wanna smoke some racks
I wanna blow that pack
She wanna blow my dick
She wanna throw it back
Sold another O at Sacks
Got two B's thats birkin and benz
I keep it all in the bag
She got that Apple bottom
So you know I float with a mac
Got a Louis tote with a tag
She wanna smoke my weed
She wanna toke this tree
She don't pay for the rent
Pockets flow with the green
She said does your family know about me
Baby I don't even know what you mean
She calling my phone but I'm busy just rollin
She handle these balls like she playing bowling
I'm busy smokin
This is my slogan
Vibes
Xanny got me falling deep
Cuz I like cash
But you steal my green
I don't wanna kill your high
But your just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
She wanna top that high
I feel alone all the time
Benzos and percys
Xanax and flurries
Lean with the faygo
She'd throw it back for a dime
She usin' me for dollars
Diamonds just studdin my collar
Tennis chain made by Ben Baller
He askin questions, I'm fuckin his daughter
I got a Pj, we on a charter
Studio made in the sky
And I just rap for the angels
Popping a xanny so time would fly by
Stripes on me like the bengals
My brother's locked up for crimes
I'm upping that pen
I'm getting him outta the pen
I'd do it again and again
Don't even know how to begin
No we ain't friends
Bitch I ain't one of these trends
I got purp and I got dope
I got slurp she likes that coke
I like weed I never choke
Feel my vibe inhaling smoke
I got shatter, she got good head
I got cuffs around my bed
I feel cuffs inside my head
Same ole shit, just got more bread
I got keys thats push to start
I got seats that lean to far
Rollie shining, ice blue diamonds
Hit 160 ain't no sirens
I got downers I got ups
She got throat, she my slut
She throw ass, she grab my chains
She like cameras, she got a face
I got lies and regrets
I got glocks inside my bed
This stove ain't for making bread
I didn't choose the life I live
This my story on the page
I told god i'm afraid
Told him that I lacked his faith
Now I see those heaven gates
I like vibes
Xanny got me falling deep
I like cash
But you always steal my green
I don't wanna kill your high
But you're just like me
You're just like me
You're just like me
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Wallace
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