Like

Grahh, Like
(Stop playin' wit em RIOT)

Why you tryna come for me? Like
(Why you tryna come for me?)
I mean he munch he in love with me (Yeah)
Like please, not too much on me
(Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly
Why they tryna come for me? Like
They know they can't fuck with me
Like please, not too much on me

Okay, lets talk about facts (Facts)
She gettin' bigger than rap
In his mind, I be runnin' them laps
I got my niggas unchecked (Grahh)
Feel like GloRilla, i'm blessed
They wanna know whats next
Bitches got me vexed
Left my ex depressed
Not too much on me (Damn)
If you say that shit in private, say it publicly (Mm)
When they said I wouldn't make it
That shit stuck with me
Now its up with me, bitches know whats up with me
Niggas know whats up with me (Like)
Walkin' with my shades on, hoodie on
I ain't tryna end up on the shade room
Never been a dayroom
I done kicked the door down on this bitch
They gotta make room
"How she hit the charts off a word, ain't she fake news?"
I got all my haters sick (Uh), now they face blue
Screamin' FNF (Grahh), like, I hate dudes
I don't even chase me lick, why would I chase you?
Yesterday, woke up that bitch, today, it's the same move (Let's go)

Why you tryna come for me? Like
(Why you tryna come for me?)
I mean he munch he in love with me (Yeah)
Like please, not too much on me
(Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly
Why they tryna come for me? Like
They know they can't fuck with me
Like please, not too much on me