Like This (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

A 100 Million, what I'm tryna get

Anythin' to get this paper, ****, I'm tryin' it

Ain't nobody gonna play with me, **** reach I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go, go lil' ****, mmm-mmm, I'm dyin' with it (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this

Suck my **** **** , ashy lips (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

Smokin' exotic, I'm high as ****

I'll die if I don't keep this **** on my hip

Hopefully I don't shoot this **** off the rip

Ain't like you rappers with all that lip

Canary my diamonds, they wedges like lemon

Ocean my neck in this **** like Pacific

I like my **** with **** and ****

No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not this specific

Ain't like you bappers, we real Kobe cappers

You **** be actors and not even factors

Double the racks and then back in the back seat

That shoot like a raptor, a rapper attacked me

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

**** be talkin', these **** they be snitchin'

**** be talkin', these **** be snitchin'

Had a glock on my waist and I had to click quickly

A 100 Million, what I'm tryna get

Anythin' to get this paper, ****, I'm tryin' it

Ain't nobody gonna play with me, **** reach I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go, go lil' ****, mmm-mmm, I'm dyin' with it (Let's go)

You ain't got gwop like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

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

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Uh)

Canary my diamonds, they wedges like lemon

Ocean my neck in this **** like Pacific

I like my **** with **** and ****

No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not this specific

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

**** be talkin', these **** they be snitchin'

**** be talkin', these **** be snitchin'

Had a glock on my waist and I had to click quickly

I went to every jeweler in this ****, told all of them better not tax me

And I got two bribs in LA right now, 'cause that's where the packs be

You don't know you in the Raq, runnin' ****, you don't know us

Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up

On the **** on the block like Noah

Give me the beef well done like Boa, ****

So if a **** can see when I'm shootin'

I pop out with your ****, I had to recruit it

Okay, she know I **** with all her friends

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

I **** them lil' **** right to my music

Pull out my **** then she start flutin'

(Whoa) She said she don't **** with ****

(What?) So she still shoppin' at Gucci (Let's go)

And before rappers wasn't lying on IG, actually been here sauce like Zaxby's (Aye-uh)

Build my wave like Max B, I'm in New York free Max B

I be in New York like a taxi

Riding in the Lambo truck, finna pull a lil' swerve, car seat in the backseat

Your **** she attracted to money, yeah, that's why she **** (Yeah)

My **** attracted to shootin', that's why they keep bussin' (Whoa)

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' ****

**** gettin' rich, if it's smoke we ain't duckin' it

I'm in Chiraq when I rhyme with a 100 clips

Richard Mill' plain cost a hundred clip

Pushin' a Rolls with the Maybach, my brother whip

Hit that boy first, know he hear me, I'm comin' quick

**** all this rappin', we ain't with this sucka ****

Hundred clip, pull out a window and dump at you

We back in Friendsville comfortable (Let's go)

You ain't got gwop like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this, yeah

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

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

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got gwop like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

****, I'm havin' ****, I wear a whip on my wrist

Real killers ridin' with straps, can respond in rap, I don't trip on a diss

When we print out the physicals, cop my disc

Chill out hop off my ****

Yeah, it's me and Vert, skrrt

Big 40 in Burts, you get mirked, jerk

Brand new Richard Millie, yeah

Hop a stack through this, yeah

Brand new Lambo runnin' through lights

Like I'm at the track in that **** (Vrrm)

Brand new red Rarri (Uh), ain't no traction in it(Yeah)