Like That

I just popped eight percs off the drink I relapsed
Put a nigga whole hood on the map
New shirt want the front or the back
Nigga you aint really livin like that
I was whipping up the work for the fifth and the first
Nigga you aint never did it like that
I just walked his ass down with Chanel Crocs on
Nigga you ain't never spin him like that
Rolls Royce umbrellas I'll trap any weather
If you want some money youngin gotta get your shit together
Pussy nigga play I probably pull up with Berrettas
You gon spin, spin again- helicopter with propellers
Thick bitch Dominican, im fucking her friend
To keep the shit 100 I don't think it'd ever end
Im a villain in my city Ain't nobody fucking with me
Ii just do it for the district you fuck around miss it
I eat that box from the back- its exquisite
I got a brick of that white limp biscuit
We want the smoke you just ducking the tension
Beat up the pot with my wrist like its bitchin
Aim for a top of a opp with the quickness
I feel the safest when I'm in the trenches
Run from police while I run up my digits
Run up them chickens
I just popped eight percs off the drink I relapsed
Put a nigga whole hood on the map
New shirt want the front or the back
Nigga you aint really livin like that
I was whipping up the work for the fifth and the first
Nigga you aint never did it like that
I just walked his ass down with Chanel Crocs on
Nigga you ain't never spin him like that
I was really whipping work really living in the dirt
Really ducking fed sentences and putting it in a purse
Cookin up an eighth a key the feds think I'm selling verses
In the penitentiary with iPhones from the nurses
If you get delivery you better pray its really worth it
They aint get no evidence I really think we did it perfect
In a opp nigga bushes- I was really really lurking
Seen his soul then I took it; I was never really searching
Every time I get victim really send it how I'm livin
We was praying niggas coming you was wishin niggas didn't
If they @'n on the internet I never pay attention
We gon spin em in a rental truck and show we really wit it
Celebrate it pop a bottle just to show we really did it
In the trenches fucking models I was gettin in my defenses
I got a brick of that fent- its exquisite
I got a brick of that white limp biscuit
We want the smoke you just ducking the tension
Beat up the pot with my wrist like its bitchin
Aim for a top of a opp with the quickness
Run up my chickens
I just popped eight percs off the drink I relapsed
Put a nigga whole hood on the map
New shirt want the front or the back
Nigga you aint really livin like that
I was whipping up the work for the fifth and the first
Nigga you aint never did it like that
I just walked his ass down with Chanel Crocs on
Nigga you ain't never spin him like that



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Young, Martrel Reeves, Ta’von Washington
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