Like Me lyrics

[Hook: Los]
See a n*gga like me?
I'm on my sh*t, I'm on my sh*t
See a n*gga like you?
You on my di*k, you on my di*k
See a n*gga like me?
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
Homie, I'm just gettin' to the paper
See a n*gga like you?
Doin' a bunch of motherf*ckin' frontin'
Otherwise known as a hater
Like me...
Glad I'm a n*gga like me...
Me... glad I'm a n*gga like me...
Me... glad I'm a n*gga like me...
Me... glad I'm a n*gga like me...

[Verse 1: Los]
King - candy paint the gold drop
Hop out, chicks be all on my di*k
Drop 'bout 50 large on my wrist
Rock it while I run a quick menage with your b*tch
Hold up - roll up, watchin' b*tches f*ckin' the pole up
On the other hand, probably rubber banding my dough up
Slow up, I tell a bad b*tch "pour up"
And we gon' get it crackin' as soon as she call a ho up
True, they ain't f*ckin' with your broke ass
CB4 ass n*gga, you straight up outta Locash
Lookout, I'm a boss you a lookout
Paper plates on my grill like my car is a cookout
Took out a bunch of money, I'm a baller
Borrow you b*tch and give her back, and n*ggas never call her
Call her a ho, she'll probably answer to it
Bands'll make her dance and she's probably dancing to it
Like work, work - shirt, skirt
All over the floor, man, I'm all over your whore
We all over the board, we scorin'
Jordans on the foreign, probably uniform, flight, bumpin' Lauren
You ain't doin' what I'm doin', I be on
I'm beyond all you n*ggas, I'm a king, you a pawn
You are pawning your rings cause I'm on
You arranging a storm, and the storm is coming, be warned, calm
De f*ck down, punks jump up then get beat the f*ck down
This beef's been cut down to the minimum, bend 'em up
A few million, n*gga what? Bigger trust
Fast cars, my last bars out of this world like NASA
See a n*gga like you?
Just mad cause I'm rappin' my ass off
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I get high every day - wake and bake
Get me high, b*tch, get me elevated
Pop mea molly then I f*ck her face
I just lit a hundred straight
All my trees be smokin' great
In a blunt or in a pape
You ain't talkin' cash, need to translate
You chick is part of my fanbase
Sippin' syrup -
Freaky b*tch gon' make it work when she make it twerk
I'm in my car, I gotta swerve
Trying not to hit the f*ckin' curb
These n*ggas think it's easy
I make that sh*t look easy
I seen a ho from TV
And I f*cked a ho from TV
Smoke one when you see me
I hustle every season
Ballin' and I'm stuntin', ho
Call me Willie B, man
Got a fine b*tch that be singin'
When I'm in the Lam', that's what she be fiendin'
Shut up all the talkin', ho, drink the semen
Gettin' money like Ross and I always stay schemin'
I could sell some water to a fire
In the mall parking lot, doin' doughnuts, burnin' Yokohama tires
n*gga, get you some money
Quit tryna count mine
Ray Charles swag, I can count money blind
[Hook]