sh*t Like That lyrics

by

Z-Ro


[Intro: Young Dro]
These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed
Yeah, yeah this sh*t be crazy, give it to me

[Chorus: Young Dro]
These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed
You chip the ice I got big old rocks on my charm
And I'm pulling in up with ya b*tch don’t be alarmed
I got blow and sh*t like that, I got racks and sh*t like that
I got lean, weed, n*gga I pull that pad sh*t like that
My b*tch gone but I'mma get me a bad b*tch back
And sh*t like that
Keep playing around I'mma go a head and run with this sack
And sh*t like that

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I got 'dro and sh*t like that
I tote Max and sh*t like that
Rolls Royce pull up riding round in them backs, sh*t like that
I’m in the cool as hell, I’m the the strip club
I got racks and sh*t like that
Am 'bout to stand out and show the b*tch how we going a act sh*t like that
Me and 40 in the back of this Benz yo we going smash yo friends
Cardias all in my Leanas now I’m in the Jag with the twins
I got 24's under these motherf*cking two seater
All the ice on and I’m riding round yeah b*tch I got two heaters
I’mma turn up, turn up, can’t even turn down though
Wait, I’mma a roll up, roll up I'mma smoke one now hoe
Fruit juice my car, we shoot like stars
n*gga say you wanna 12, 20 Gs for the bar (it's 'dro)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed
You chip the ice I got big old rocks on my charm
And I'm pulling in up with ya b*tch don’t be alarmed
I got blow and sh*t like that, I got racks and sh*t like that
I got lean, weed, n*gga I pull that pad sh*t like that
My b*tch gone but I'mma get me a bad b*tch back
And sh*t like that
Keep playing around I'mma go a head and run with this sack
And sh*t like that

[Verse 2: E-40]
50 on my wrist 80 on my neck partner I’m set (you set?)
Hoes see my saucy ass whip and they yelling he wet (he wet?)
Got a line on a boat and sh*t like that
Tote a 4-4 spit your Kool-aid pack
I’mma let you shoot the dice and I’mma side bet
Play the field to collect and sh*t like that
I'm from the Hillside trap where they spit that crack
Get your chain snatched, I can get it back
Hood respect sh*t like that
I don’t wear skinny jeans cause it can’t fit my strap
Can’t fit my strap, can’t fit my strap
But I can flip that pack like an acrobat
And I won’t step on it like a doormat
Give me 30 minutes I’ll bring more back
[?] game sick make her open her leg man I put I b*tch on back page
Make me proud gal I’m your PayPal money ground green dot
Sock it to my pocket like a rocket pay the piper b*tch
...b*tch, b*tch make me rich
Hundred dollars bills when I go sh*t
Sit on the sh*tter with extendo clip
With a Swish' on my lip, on the phone with your b*tch b*tch
[Chorus: Young Dro]
These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed
You chip the ice I got big old rocks on my charm
And I'm pulling in up with ya b*tch don’t be alarmed
I got blow and sh*t like that, I got racks and sh*t like that
I got lean, weed, n*gga I pull that pad sh*t like that
My b*tch gone but I'mma get me a bad b*tch back
And sh*t like that
Keep playing around I'mma go a head and run with this sack
And sh*t like that

[Verse 3: Spodee]
Ugh packets of the meat no fat won’t see no cat I ride foreign
I got big old rats from a b*tch I met she be whorin'
I’m from the street baby I'mma eat regardless of what I’m doing
My brother John Terrell Davis I’m a ???
Smoke killa, my n*gga now hear that pack
I kill em in the winter hit em in the denim jackets
Onyx, the pin-ups on the kit going catch
Her moms still talking about that ghetto sex
On spokes, now play that back
Hold up the b*tch I don’t play like that
I’mma player n*gga get like that
I’mma boss and that’s some sh*t like that
And Molly I done put that back take too much to get up and get right back
My partner told me that one for me and not that greed and I'mma 'bout to get on X
Holy moly, my sh*t on flex goldy goldy I’m a big old mess
In the Bay with 40 before they smokin big old threats
Getting money, hoes and sh*t like that
[Chorus: Young Dro]
These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed
You chip the ice I got big old rocks on my charm
And I'm pulling in up with ya b*tch don’t be alarmed
I got blow and sh*t like that, I got racks and sh*t like that
I got lean, weed, n*gga I pull that pad sh*t like that
My b*tch gone but I'mma get me a bad b*tch back
And sh*t like that
Keep playing around I'mma go a head and run with this sack
And sh*t like that
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