Be Like Me (feat. Rick Ross)

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I'm selling is dope but they think it's my soul

As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me

Watch how I move, I got the Ree's on my feet

Shoes on the whip, got the Timbs on the car

Got the forty on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star

Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk

Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk

Once a **** use it, then you know you gotta throw it

Snakes in the grass, motherfucker, I'ma mow it

Problems, I'm a don, put in all my effort

Spend a couple dollar, ****, bocka-bocka-bocka

Gunning for the throne, yeah, boy, you want my crown

Michael Buffer account, Pacquiao, you're going down

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

I'll show it to you, ****, wanna see a dead body?

Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at this watch, he wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I fear no man, it's time to move this key

I put my eye to the scope, never missing a shot

Shoot for the stars, I'ma rip up your top

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I'm selling is dope but they think it's my soul

I said

So who they wanna be like?

Me, that right, Gunplay

A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake

Thumbing through the check, your bitch shooting me the fuck face

I ain't sparing bitches 'round this bitch, ain't nothing safe

You know what I'm 'bout, I'm 'bout that motherfucking action

Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches

Got a thousand-dollar blunt, smoking till there ain't no ashes

Keep choppers in my trunks and bibles on my dashes

Who wanna boot it for me?

You don't wanna do that, homie

'Cause I gotta heater with the motherfucking cooler on it

Leave a **** icy in the middle of the summer

Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number

You talking crazy but me and you know

I'll take it down like I've been here before

I go OD like someone tripled the dose

Screeching on me, load a clip with some dope

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at this watch, he wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I fear no man, it's time to move this key

I put my eye to the scope, never missing a shot

Shoot for the stars, I'ma rip up your top

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I'm selling is dope but they think it's my soul

I said

When I step out the 'Vert, bitches jump out they skirt

They know what money look like, and what a real **** worth

Getting money every day, not just fifteenth and the first

I whip out my dick, hoes quenching their thirst

I be touring with a warrant, spilling Bel-Air when I pour it

Hoes not allowed to speak English in my foreign

You don't get your issue when you're fucking with the don

Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holding long

They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure

Six pistols sitting by my brick compressor

Dirty as my drawers is (Bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb)

Knocking pictures off the walls, bitch (Hunnid in the drum)

**** on that Flocka, shooting grannies off of rockers

Knocking meat up out of tacos like (Bocka-bocka-bocka)

I'll be whipping the rock, you be tricking on thots

I jump up out the drop, like coke out the pot

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at this watch, he wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I fear no man, it's time to move this key

I put my eye to the scope, never missing a shot

Shoot for the stars, I'ma rip up your top

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I'm selling is dope but they think it's my soul

I said

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

I'll show it to you, ****, wanna see a dead body?

Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I'm selling is dope but they think it's soul

But they think it's my soul

But they think it's my soul