Like Me

(Hey Cris, fuck you!)

Femto!

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Okay, I don't like you, you don't like me

You won't fight me in my white tee

She say, "Pipe me", he so icy

Fuck my sidepiece in my Nike

Mountain Dew never look clear

Put a six in here, get 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

And I got a gun, blazer fit, tailor fifteen-thousand

And I spent it all on a spaceship

And I got yo' lil white baby, ridin' a Mercedes

And I told that ho other shit

What's yo' flavor? Flavor savor

Homegirl blasian, initiation

Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson

Young Basquiat, paint her face with some

You took that bitch 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 **** like a bad pill

King of ad-lib, really lived

I'm that sorry 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 stop smokin' poles, like

I don't like you, you don't like me

You won't fight me in my white Tee

She say, "Pipe me", he so icy

Fuck my sidepiece in my Nike

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 your bitch bed sheets, and you knew her, man, blind

Had that bitch sucking dick, goin' Super Saiyan

Skimmin' through the bands, goddamn, how you do it there?

Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood, I'm the Ruger man

Claim you gansta, 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, you don't like me

You won't fight me in my white Tee