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Like What?

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Like What? was released on May 15, 2026 by Lil Shine as a part of the album Get Rich Or Die Sippin'

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Lil Shine

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Lil Shine

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jalen#vlm

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Yeah, I brought my pole in the store

I need ten bands for one show

Up ten bands like, who gon' show?

I throw ten and throw some more

I grab the pint by the throat

Trippin', I'm sippin' some Moe

Hundred bands, step out the Rolls (Victory)

Yeah, just woke up in it, I wanna spend it, ho, that's so messed up, yeah

I'm in that black truck, black truck, backseat, she wanna suck me up, yeah

Yeah, poppin' them beans, yeah, throwin' them C's up

I'm like, "Hey, what's up?" Yeah

So messed up, I put the cup before a slut

Pour this four right in my Crush, you know that's a must, huh

You can't text me 'bout no drugs, bitch, I'm not your plug, huh

I put that juice right in my gut, I do not give no fuck, huh

Smokin' that kush straight to my lungs, hittin' that bitch like what? Huh

Cup in my hand, no Xans, poppin' the ten to twenty bands

Yeah, just text me when you land, huh, she's so conceited

She text me just to eat it, she pulled up just to see it

I was bussin off the beans, bitch

Bussin off the beans, bitch

Yeah, can't switch up, just cut them off

I cut down right to my socks

Fuckin' they head up, catch that box

You better catch up or get locked

Yeah, you cannot tell what I mean, bae

Spent like ten on the jeans, bae

She wanna bop, know who to call, can't get fly like me, bae

Tap in, I'm not Green Day

Text me, ho, I'm bleedin'

One last shot, one last shot

Just one time, I'm leaving

Bitch, I'm hopin' this shit last

She want a verse, send me cash

She wanna twerk, ho, what's happenin'?

They tryna— they tryna hate 'cause I'm white

I've seen some shit that'll change your life

Know we all bleed the same

There's always some shit that'll fuck up your night

One call then I fuck your life

I might— I might fuck your wife

She gon' pour my cup on ice, yeah

Must be smokin' spice, if you think you gon' take my pipe

Yeah, I brought my pole in the store

I need ten bands for one show

Up ten bands like, who gon' show?

I throw ten and throw some more

I grab the pint by the throat

Trippin', I'm sippin' some Moe

Hundred bands, step out the Rolls

Yeah, just woke up in it, I wanna spend it, ho, that's so messed up, yeah

I'm in that black truck, black truck, backseat, she wanna suck me up, yeah

Yeah, poppin' them beans, yeah, throwin' them C's up

I'm like, "Hey, what's up?" Yeah

So messed up, I put the cup before a slut

Pour this four right in my Crush, you know that's a must, huh

You can't text me 'bout no drugs, bitch, I'm not your plug, huh

I put that juice right in my gut, I do not give no fuck, huh

Smokin' that kush straight to my lungs, hittin' that bitch like what? Huh

Written by: Lil Shine

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