(Verse)
I look like em, I talk em,
I dress like em, I smoke like em
Drive cars like em, fuck hoes like em
Fuck niggas donât really like em
Ball hard like I sike em
Recruitin goons, shoot good like em
Boojy nigga, you ainât really like em
Bad bitches got one idol
My yacht master this ice though
Play with me then itâs light out
Bad bitch pull the pipe off
Been there, we want pussy power
My side bitch, she Persian
Pussy tight like a virgin
Here long got nails curving
When we heat them all, we splurging
Pulled off, Iâm spurring
Five star like Birdman
Six racks, said me an Mike Marcus
Iâm ballin Julius Erwin
Black Cadillacâs in suburbanâs
Black Cadillacâs in suburbanâs
Through traffic they swerving
Black tints in lurkin
(Hook)
No clouds but I rain like that
I just like em, thatâs why the crowd like em
Get that style, screamin BSM
Phantom Ghost frightening
We need the cool of psychic
The sniper riffle shootin so long
If you ainât dead nigga hold on
This molly juice got me so gone
You say youâre right but youâre so wrong
Just like em, I wanted to be with them for so long
Shots fired, man down
Theyâre bad as hell, hold on
(Verse)
I got albums like em, got hitched like em
Iâm a boss like em, rock shows like em
Critic hatin but the fans like em
Broke hoes donât really like em
Open doors like em, build labels like em
Singin artists like em, got sponsors like em
Own clothing line, own a liquor store with no liquor license
Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license
Off the brain, I ainât even write it
Just like em, Iâm street like em
Sleep on me, Iâmma good night em, no need for fightin
Expedite him, send him on his way
And supreme call me every day
Fish, you will need a compliment to look like this
OG said youâve been done being Chris
Snakes in the grass and Iâm leanin through the lics
You ainât talkin money, nigga itâs irrelevant
âCus sheâs my slut and my bitch elegant
Swag I regained, throwin this in
Fuck you blondies, I did what I mean
Donât worry bout bitch, donât worry bout Wayne
Got rich on swag I land
I made you niggas, no offense
(Hook)
No clouds but I rain like that
I just like em, thatâs why the crowd like em
Get that style, screamin BSM
Phantom Ghost frightening
We need the cool of psychic
The sniper riffle shootin so long
If you ainât dead nigga hold on
This molly juice got me so gone
You say youâre right but youâre so wrong
Just like em, I wanted to be with them for so long
Shots fired, man down
Theyâre bad as hell, hold on