Like Me

Hey Cris, fuck you! Femto! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Okay I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh) You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh) She say, "Pipe me", (Woo-ooh) he so icy (Woo-ooh) Fuck my sidepiece (Woo-ooh) in my Nike (Woo-ooh) Mountain Dew never look clear Put a six in here, got my red bitch ridin' on a Lear She one in a million like Aaliyah Wit' a blue lace wig, like the bitch bang Crip out here (Yeah) And I got a gun, blazer fit, tailor Fifteen thousand, and I spent it all on a spaceship (B-r-r-r) And I got yo' lil' white baby, ridin' a Mercedes And I told that hoe other shit (Rah) What's yo' flavor? (What it is?) Flavor, savor (Uh) Homegirl Blasian (Uh), initiation (Uh, uh) Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson (I do) Young Basquiat, paint her face with som' You took that bitch at home, now you layin' up Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' at a gym Made a movie, made a film Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill I press a nigga like a bad pill King of ad-lib, really lived I'm that story that you tell Like stop, drop and roll Got a Glock wit' a pole Have you ever seen a stripper shake And get up out them clothes? Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat, Whac-A-Mole And I'm runnin' out of breath, need to smokin' poles, like I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh) You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh) She say, "Pipe me", (Woo-ooh) he so icy (Woo-ooh) Fuck my sidepiece (Woo-ooh) in my Nike (Woo-ooh) Pure black in my veins, bitch I'm not sane Smokin' on pure gas, bitch, octane A little devil from the mud wit' a rotten age Rollin' up, rotten scene now outplayed I was trappin' out-back Lil' Zay wit' a sack Got him grippin' on his teeth, pure steel, that's a Gat If we really talkin' facts I'm the best, that's that Never played no chess Only playin' wit' address, I'm the Boogeyman Creepin' through yo' bitch bed sheets and you knew her, man Blind hit a bitch suckin' dick, goin' Super Saiyan Skimmin' through the bands, Goddamn How you do it, damn? Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood, I'm the Rugerman Claim you gangsta, uh, you's a wanksta Nah, paper chaser, uh, you can't be slime You's a prankster, nah, paper chaser, uh You can't be slime, uh, you's a prankster, like I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh) You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh)