Like That! Lyrics

Oh, Oh, Oh

Oh, Ohhh

You dont really roll like that

You dont really want war like that

You dont really move boats like that

You aint really in the field you dont know about that

My choppa unfold like that

Make a choppa unload like that

These streets get cold like that

So i really keep a heater on go like that

They wanna take my life I say, "Hell na"

Miss Mary K walk in with a elbow

This shit gettin wicked, its wicked as ever,

Send shots at your fitted we blam sumin

With the mother fuckin mob I be tied in

Grab the mother fuckin mop imma slide in

In the mother fuckin trap it be reekin like crack

I was Odell whippin with one hand

I just got this shit straight out the mother fuckin mud

I was toting a piece, pray to God I get some

It was hoodies and masks in the middle of summer

If you aint give it up, then we taking a lung

Im a product of backstreets I got killers with me in the backseat

We moving weight, na it aint no vaccine

We make em put it up or choppa tax him

On God,

I never leave the crib without a pole or rod

I never lack in traffic let it bang out the side

He want to meet God, choppa give him a flight

Sayin, "Please God let a fuck boy try it"

Im closing my eyes and Im just seeing murder

Why Im trying to sleep and Im clutching a burner

Bruh I really seen heads blown

My head fucked up

But I went it got it out the corner

You dont really...

Yea, You dont really roll...

Yea, You dont really roll like...

You dont really roll like that...

You dont really roll like that

You dont really want war like that

Yea, You dont really roll like...

Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea

You dont really roll like that

You dont really want war like that

You dont really move boats like that

You aint really in the field you dont know about that

My choppa unfold like that

Make a choppa unload like that

These streets get cold like that

So i really keep a heater on go like that

They wanna take my life I say, "Hell na"

Miss Mary K walk in with a elbow

This shit gettin wicked, its wicked as ever,

Send shots at your fitted we blam sumin

With the mother fuckin mob I be tied in

Grab the mother fuckin mop imma slide in

In the mother fuckin trap it be reekin like crack

I was Odell whippin with one hand