I Like It (feat. Ju Foreigno)
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
Pick it up, bag it
I can through with a baddie
Your bitch too broke, too average
You niggas be talking bout capping
Making two times three on the backend
And I don't trust much so I'm packing
And your nigga got turnt to a packet
Put a switch on a Glock, get active
Like "blrrd", "bow"
Nigga aim at your head, "bow"
These hoes see me and get freaky
She just want dick in her mouth
I got her walking a mile
Your bitch, I fuck on her mouth
He told you to throw in the towel
I told you, "take over the town"
I really wanna know
Cause I really wanna know
Cause I really wanna know
It's not really for me
But if you really wanna know, if you really wanna know
I ain't cuffing no bitch, you crazy
My dawg he a simp so he saving
Got a switch on the Glock, drive safely
These hoes try sending locations
Bitch got rich of flicks
She turnt, she think she the shit
He buck and I'm upping the stick
Fully autos, no regular clips
I got her walking a mile
Your bitch, I fuck on her mouth
He told you to throw in the towel
I told you, "take over the town"
Like "blrrd", "bow"
Nigga aim at your head, "bow"
Like "blrrd", "bow"
Nigga aim at your head, "bow"
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all and you know
Bae we might be synced
Be patient, wait til we link
We can do a lil ecstasy
Cause I like me a lil bit of pink
I been gone for way too long
Miss me but I miss my bag
You don't miss me cause you got my swag
Fuck your ex, I can be your best for sure
Might flex on a dog lil hoe, you know
Cause i don't really fuck with these bitches
No, I don't really like them friendly
I don't really want no crumbs, I want it whole
You ain't gotta worry in public, let it show
Let them see that your with me
I ain't tripping what they think
And I ain't really tripping bout what they say
Come in this bitch, no worry's
No, I ain't in no hurry
Too high my vision blurry
Like ain't no lie, I did it on purpose
Like, awh
And I make it look good my faults
Don't hate me for it
Like, awh
And I make it look good my faults
Don't hate me for it
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all and you know
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
Pick it up, bag it
I can through with a baddie
Your bitch too broke, too average
You niggas be talking bout capping
Making two times three on the backend
And I don't trust much so I'm packing
And your nigga got turnt to a packet
Put a switch on a Glock, get active
Like "blrrd", "bow"
Nigga aim at your head, "bow"
These hoes see me and get freaky
She just want dick in her mouth
I got her walking a mile
Your bitch, I fuck on her mouth
He told you to throw in the towel
I told you, "take over the town"
I really wanna know
Cause I really wanna know
Cause I really wanna know
It's not really for me
But if you really wanna know, if you really wanna know
I ain't cuffing no bitch, you crazy
My dawg he a simp so he saving
Got a switch on the Glock, drive safely
These hoes try sending locations
Bitch got rich of flicks
She turnt, she think she the shit
He buck and I'm upping the stick
Fully autos, no regular clips
I got her walking a mile
Your bitch, I fuck on her mouth
He told you to throw in the towel
I told you, "take over the town"
Like "blrrd", "bow"
Nigga aim at your head, "bow"
Like "blrrd", "bow"
Nigga aim at your head, "bow"
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all and you know
Bae we might be synced
Be patient, wait til we link
We can do a lil ecstasy
Cause I like me a lil bit of pink
I been gone for way too long
Miss me but I miss my bag
You don't miss me cause you got my swag
Fuck your ex, I can be your best for sure
Might flex on a dog lil hoe, you know
Cause i don't really fuck with these bitches
No, I don't really like them friendly
I don't really want no crumbs, I want it whole
You ain't gotta worry in public, let it show
Let them see that your with me
I ain't tripping what they think
And I ain't really tripping bout what they say
Come in this bitch, no worry's
No, I ain't in no hurry
Too high my vision blurry
Like ain't no lie, I did it on purpose
Like, awh
And I make it look good my faults
Don't hate me for it
Like, awh
And I make it look good my faults
Don't hate me for it
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
I can make you chill
I can make you feel
Gotta face your fears
Gotta face the real
I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna feel
Bro just wanna kill
Loaded on a pill
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all
And you run back to them all and you know
Credits
Writer(s): Jacoby Trosclair, Julian Alvarez
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