Like This

Tash Davis on the beat, yeah

DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin'!

Uh

A hunnid million, what I'm tryna get

Anything to get this paper

B!tch I'm tryin' it, uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me

N!gga reach, I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go broke lil' n!gga

Hmm, hmm

I'm dyin' with (Lil Uzi, let's go)

What? Yeah

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this

Suck my d!ck b!tch that sh!t lit (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

Smokin' this out, it come ashy

I die if I don't keep b!tch on my hip

Hopefully I don't shoot this b!tch off the rip

Ain't like you rappers with all that lip (Shit)

Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (What?)

Ocean my neck and this sh!t like Pacific (Yeah)

I like my b!tches with fat a*s and t!tt!es (Yeah)

Noodle Lil Uzi, not too specific (Let's go)

Ain't like you boppers, you real copy-coppers

You n!ggas be actors and that is facts

The racks, sittin' back in the backseat

That shoot like a rapture, a rapper attack me

DM that h*e, but she still in my mentions

B!tches be talkin', these h*e they be snitchin'

N!ggas be talkin', these n!ggas be snitchin'

Got a Glock on my waist and I had to get clippin'

A hunnid million, what I'm tryna get

Anything to get this paper, b!tch I'm tryin' it, uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me

N!gga reach, I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go broke lil' n!gga

Hmm, hmm

I'm dyin' with (Let's go, yeah)

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Let's go)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon

Ocean my neck and this sh!t like Pacific

I like my b!tches with fat a*s and t!tt!es

Noodle Lil Uzi, not too specific

DM that h*e, but she still in my mentions

B!tches be talkin', these h*e they be snitchin'

N!ggas be talkin', these n!ggas be snitchin'

Got a Glock on my waist and I had to get clippin'

I went to every jeweler in this sh!t

Told all of 'em, better not tax me

And I got two in LA right now

'Cause that's where the packs be

You don't know you don't know us

Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up

On the bullsh!t, on the block like Noah

Give me the beef, b!tch

Certified n!gga, get sure when I'm shootin'

I pop out with your b!tch, I had to recruit it

Okay she know I fxcked with all her friends

But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me

I fxck them lil' b!tches right to my music

Pull out my d!ck, b!tches start flutin' woah

She say she don't fxck with n!ggas, uh (What?)

So she still shopping at Gucci (Let's go)

Ayy, uh

Built my wave like Max B

I'm in New York, free Max B

I be in a New York like a taxi

Ridin' the Lambo truck from the

Cassie in the backseat

Your b!tch she attracted to money

Yeah that's why she fxckin' (Yeah)

My n!ggas attracted to shootin'

That's why they keep bussin' (Woah)

I'm with the gang for life

You know that I'm stuck in it (Yeah)

You know they gon' up that price

You know they ain't touchin' sh!t

N!ggas gettin' richer but smoke we ain't duckin' it

I'm in Chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip

Richard Mille plain cost a hunnid clip

Pushin' the Rolls but the my brother clip

Know he hear me, I'm comin' quick

Fxck all this rappin', we ain't with that sucka sh!t

Hunnid clip, pull out the window and deal with you

We back in friends

(Let's go, yeah)

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Let's go)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

B!tch I'm havin' sh!t

Out here whippin' my wrist

Real killers ridin' with straps

Can't respond to rap, I don't trip on a diss

The physical

Chill out, hop off my d!ck

Yeah it's me and Vert, skrr

Big forty and burst, you get murked, pxssy

Brand new Richard Mille, yeah

Apple stack through this, yeah

Brand new Lambo, runnin' through red lights

Like I'm the track with that b!tch

Brand new red 'Rari, uh

Ain't no traction in it, yeah