I think she like me

I think she like me

Say she wanna fight me

uh uh uh uh uh

Yeah, I like that

Wait, wait, aye, yeah

I think she like me

Say she wanna fight me

But we know what that mean

Hit her with the righty, left

That bitch ain't wifey

Knock her lights out

One round like I'm Mike T

K.O

You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll

Pesos by the million, tengo queso

Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your

Ankles, bitch, lay low

She say she bi, oh yeah, we gotta link

Ain't no way, her iPhone dry, seen it blink

That shit lookin' like it's 5-0 when she in the streets

5 stars on her, someone cuff her

Please

Met up with lil weta now she tryna get smoked out

Pass a blunt around and she like "Bust a lil flow out"

Do Re Mi Fa saca la mota

Straight up baddie with me, but she a lil' jota

Yeah, we lifted off the asphalt

It's just me and my lil' Bratz doll

She mad she can't get her pants on

Like, baby, that's your ass fault

She say that I'm a asshole

But I show love with trash talk

And I like it when she dish it back ya'll

So I'ma shoot my shot like last call cause

I think she like me

Say she wanna fight me

But we know what that mean

Hit her with the righty, left

That bitch ain't wifey

Knock her lights out

One round like I'm Mike T

K.O

You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll

Pesos by the million, tengo queso

Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your

Ankles, bitch, lay low

I've been pullin' lot of change from the couch

And you know that I'ma count

Peep the fangs in my mouth, bitch

I'm out for blood and I'm drainin' them out

Cause they ain't no fun, something like they bank account

Ooh, I do my own stunts

Ain't a thing to announce

Only hold dubs

Yeah, they come in great amounts

When I'm back home with the bug

Know I gotta take her out

Point to what she want

Ain't a plate she can pronounce

Rappers better get gone

Your best song

Type of music, cool to cast Efron

Four eyes and they hella red

Now I'm set to get the teflon

Little pot for the stu

How I get my chef on

Oh yeah, yo bitch like me

Me like her, unlikely

Why the fuck she right up beside me

Yikes, please don't hit the phone

I don't fuck with hoes

'Less they my wifey's type

Baby, I think she like me

Say she wanna fight me

But we know what that mean

Hit her with the righty, left

That bitch ain't wifey

Knock her lights out

One round like I'm Mike T

K.O

You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll

Pesos by the million, tengo queso

Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your

Ankles, bitch, lay low