Like Meh Lyrics

Woah

I take your bitch to the back

In the back blowin' her back

And she wanna smoke on this backwood

But I don't stay no bad hood

You know Imma run up the bag

She know I'ma come over and shag

Like a flip and I'm hittin' it backwards

Doin' handstands make her head hurt

Yeah, shots get fired

Smoke 10 J's, I need me lighter

Uh-huh

Smoked 10 J's with two hoes that go both ways

Uh-huh

Got money now, yeah

I got rich with the same gang

With the same gang

Diamonds blingin', yeah Looks like I'm in the chain gang

Chain gang

Up the strap just to blow him down hoe bang, bang

Bang, bang

Yeah, I be at the top with the money

I keep my shooters, they gunnin

If you be a opp, I'm runnin

You be thinkin' I'm stupid, it's funny

I be wrapped in the paper, they call me a mummy

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Glock 19 it'll shoot out your liver

MJ scene that's a thriller

Hang in the zoo, we hang with gorillas

Hop on a beat, I'ma kill it

Catch me an opp, I'ma drill him

I don't be fuckin' with nobody but your lil girl

feel like a villain

Uh-huh

I run this world

Makin' her backflip, makin' her twirl

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Your boyfriend can't do it like me

Flex like me, drip like me

Oh yeah

I got two hoes and they both Japanese

I got two hoes and the jumpin for cheese

I'm on my chain at zero degrees

Yeah, yeah

I load up my clip and then go on a spree

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Smoke 10 J's with two hoes that go both ways

(Both ways)

Gettin' money now, but

I be posted with the same gang

(Same gang)

Yo, I got rich with the same gang

that's your main thing

Oh yeah

I'm finna pop a lil' perky

Sippin' the lean like I'm thirsty

Sippin' the mud and it's dirty

(Uh-huh)

I'm gettin' green like the collars

Pullin' it back like a golfer

My chain, it's out of the water

My gang, gon' get you slaughtered

My main, gon' be your daughter

She actin' up, then I go toss it

I'm a lil' alien, gon' fly a saucer

I don't act like her, but she get to talkin

Talkin' too much, talkin' too much

She did not like you, but you took her out the lunch

Yo, gang gettin' crushed

Roll em' in backwards

I got that blunt

Yeah, yeah

Turnin' your clique to organ donors

Ice on my neck but it feel like boulders

I get so high that I'm on a rover

Enough of that lie

I'm not a smoker

Yeah