Like Me

Lyrics

[Intro: $NOT] Mm, ba-da-da, da-da-da Okay (Ayy), yeah, ayy Like this, like that (Haha), yeah [Chorus: $NOT] Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh) Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh) Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr) [Verse 1: $NOT] Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Yeah) You my baby girl, but you not main squeeze (Ayy) Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (Huh?) Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams Fuck a bitch, then I dip, adiós, peace (Peace) Three shots to the back, give me five rings Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (Big-body) Pull up in a foreign, I ain't talkin' Maserati (Yeah, skrrt, vroom) Pull up in a 'Rari (Ayy) I be eatin' good, I be eatin' calamari (Ayy) I might break a bone, call me fuckin' Jeff Hardy (Yeah) Two wheels, one seat, 'bout to rob a Harley [Pre-Chorus: $NOT] She knows what I need, ridin' around as I please (Huh) Fuckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see) [Chorus: $NOT] Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh) Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh) Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr) [Verse 2: iann dior] Woah, woah, woah, woah, get like me Suicide doors and the inside green Like, woah, woah, woah, woah (Woo), high speed I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (Yeah) I'ma pay in cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beater (Uh) I'ma hit it one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her (Uh) And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a nina (Uh) Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me? I'm lovin' the way she throwin' it back on me She get the pat-down (Pat-down) Told her, "Bring it up, baby, bring it back down" (Down) Swing it 'round, baby, throw it in circles (Circles) All these racks got her jumpin' like a hurdle (Yeah), like a hurdle [Chorus: $NOT] Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh) Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh) Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr)