Like Me

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, CV, you cooked this?) (Xhu on the mix) (Fecony) [Chorus] You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah [Verse 1] They gon' make me hit my dance, Chris Breezy Whole gang outta here just like Wheezy She wanna be my bae, yeah, my boo, yeah, my sweetie If he talking down, chopper ring like a squeegee, yeah Just call me if you need me Call me John Cena, baby, no, you can't see me Come get your mans, I know he wanna be me But he can't be me, much less can he beat me, ayy I just, just wanna know if you gon' stay This is, this ain't no regular day If he, if he run up, this chopper spray She want labels, she keep calling me bae [Chorus] You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah [Verse 2] I can't be a backer, made it on my own, yeah Been since a young one, look how much I grown up I ball just like Magic, I should play for California They say I'm going hit for hit, just going off the dome Gotta stay down for the comeup Shotty, cock it back, I blew it once, then blow his stom up Me, Ray, and Josh going crazy this summer Told that girl [?] and then turn up I ran up a check, I'ma spend it Been doing this for too long, you can't end it My brodie say he had a beat, I told him send it Tryna mess with me, I don't recommend it [Chorus] You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah