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, c*ck 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