Like That

[Produced by Chris Calor]

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]

Back again and I'm rolling, got a pack of Swish and a bag of thizz

Like a stash of Swiss and I blow it, tell my brother "Up to ride"

But them niggas firing up that reggie, man

And can't have them fuck niggas in your regime

Suck dick, roll weed on the résumé

Bald head, damn near do everything

She do everything and I like it

Bend that ass over, baby, I'll bite it

Like to role play, be a stripper, baby

I'll tip her, baby, this pimping, baby, just Rosé

And I'm drunker than I should be

I'm fucking too honest but I could be

Another fuck nigga rapping 'bout wrapping

Flipping O's by rap and hip-hop, boy, you could be

I don't believe that shit Nigga, how the fuck you trill?

Nigga, how the fuck you real? Nigga, how the fuck you feel?

You don't feel shit, and I feel it in my heart: you a real bitch

You don't steel tip, Texas swanging

Texas slanging, Rikki Blu straight Texas

He'll wreck your paint, I'm the type

To fuck your bitch to the record playing, "I'm a fan, mane"

Fuck that, nigga, nigga, you the man, mane

Gotta let a bitch nigga do his damn thang

Even crooked politicians get a campaign

Need Henny, too broke for the champagne

But I still keep it G every damn day

Memorize every word that the fam say

We the House, bitch niggas, to your family

Don't let your bitch 'round me, I'm a girl prey

All I need is good pussy and a place to chill

Couple hundred thousand, gotta pay some bills

Gotta stack for my lil' nigga college tuition

He fifteen, I'mma have him in the college with bitches

Gotta let the flow age, nigga, prolly to glisten

I was in the Windy city, nigga, study the ism

Triangle offense, nigga, study the prism

I was just locked up, bitches land you in prison, but

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad]

Do you like that shit?

Roll up for me baby, light that shit

Oh, you love how I write that shit?

I do it better when you like that shit, come on

[Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci]

Late nights, these late nights, I pray to God they pay off

For these hard times we done been through

Got me still screaming "Fuck school"

And the police got my shirt off sitting in the MC

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling like Rich B-O-Y

Nigga got wings and still can't fly

Throw some D's off on my ride, throw some D off in your wife

Pussy stay off in my mind but the Pimp C, little P-A-C

Riding 'round, can't feel my feet, riding 'round, lost my ID

Drunk driving, spilling drink on my seat

Slurring words, bitch, you know me

Cause I'm the nigga, man fuck these niggas

And any bitch rusing for the weed

Bitch, get a gram, put it in the Swisher, man

Or I suppose whatever you get it in

Put it to your lips, get a light, gon' feel the glam

Tell me that it feel good, tell me all them lies

Make me feel good, let me, let me, let me feel real good

Give you my life, give you my life if I really could

But I know that I should, follow my steps

Get a little money in the process, 9-2 to the fucking death

House what I mothafuckin' rep, feel me, bitch, feel me

'til my body go down to the depths to the crevasse of the Earth

The circle of the circle, roll circuits of the purple

And the golds stay gleaming, fuck niggas stay scheming

Fishing hooks in the sky, young nigga Kareem-ing

Full bucket and a dream, nigga looking for wishes

Still grab my dick screaming "Fuck these bitches"

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad]

Do you like that shit?

Roll up for me baby, light that shit

Oh, you love how I write that shit?

I do it better when you like that shit, come on

[Outro: Rikki Blu]

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