Get Like Dis Lyrics

Walk in the trap with a stick now

Pass me the blunt, want a hit now

Fat wallet, big racks, that's what I get now

You tryna get like me, but bitch you don't know how

Balenci my shoes, and my pants, and my tee

I even got diamonds all over my teeth

I get so fly, float off of my feet

I still get high just off one bean

I get in the club, don't pay no fee

My fit so loud with words on my feet

Why you mad at me? cause ya hoe want me

I don't want that bitch, I don't want that flea

I just wake up high tryna get more green

Go fuck up that road in that cts-v

Go fuck on that hoe and pass her to the team

Go run to that store and get sprite for the lean

Get some sprite for the lean

Yeah my cup is never clean

I'm sipping that lean, with Marni on me

Watch yo mouth, got a beam on me

Stand on my money, I'm tall, Yao Ming

Jugg and finesse, I stay with the team

I pray that my guys doing better than me

And fuck all the fakes, yall ain't hanging with me

I don't talk about them, why they talk about me

They fiend for attention, I'm fiending for drugs

Glock on me when I pop out the cut

Hypnotized off drink, what the fuck in my cup

And I wrecked that wraith, I'm high off the blunt