GET LIKE ME Lyrics

Ayy

Get like me,

Yeah

Aye,

Why you tryna get it like me

Why you tryna get like me

Why you tryna,

Man why can't you see

Why you tryna get like me,

Why you tryna

Why you tryna get like me,

Get like me

Gotta Chill, All High-C

Keep a chain on me

Blue icey,

Why you tryna get like me

Why you tryna get like me

Check it out

Ooh, whip

I just might spaz on the beat

I cannot care bout the shit

I'm too busy getting rich

I keep my pack like a key

I just broke up with a bitch

I'm in the mix like a Tec

Ohh, bitch fresh as can get

We finna dive the deep

I know my dollars be deep

I know she stay calling me

I got the lock and the key

She got a spare if she sweet

She got a spare if she sweet

She got a spare if she sweet

I know my thot, I'm thinking bout her son and her daughter

Bitch a walkin' iron monger

I'm busy making racks, I get to the commas

My swag get brighter than a thousand damn comets

I don't really fuck wit all the drama

Send a nigga for him like he Osama

In a race, but the hate like Obama

It's a chase when I get to the ground

We went around

Just like a track and we curving them rounds

We put em down

If he finna clown,

Keep to yourself or we taking it down

I'm from the D run the motherfucking town

Gang all around

And we just shouting them out

That nigga Narly be holding it down

Ride for the fam and that's how we get down

Yes, Imma dog and I came from the pound

Bitch I was raised to bite if you Johnsen

And I'm in the mix like the mob, shit

Had to pay dues like apartments, damn

Why you trying to get like me

Why you trying, why you trying to get like me

Gotta chill, oh I see

Keep a chain on me, blue icey

Why you trying to get like me

Why you trying, why you trying to get like me

Why you trying to get like me

Why you trying, why you trying to get like me

Ooh, ayy

I said, I said, I gotta chill

You know I gotta keep it real

Won't force the love like a pill

All my shooters trained to kill

Want a crib and a mill

I'm a drippy saucy water mill

He too broke to pay yo bills

I'm Jalen, rep the color teal

I love to push up in the Jag

Cops can't keep up with the fast

We starving niggas like they last

Then get the goodies in the bag

You know CT in his bag

Lil Creed, the rocket going fast

Gotta chill, yeah I know they mad

Oh, check it out

But they trying to get it like me

Why you trying to get like me

Gotta chill nigga, I'm blue icey

Why you trying to get like me

Why you trying, why you trying to get like me

Why you trying to get like me

They tryna get me

Ayy, ayy