Glokk20 - Like Me

Yeah
Glokk 20, bitch, look
He hatin', tryna be just like me, gettin' rich like Roddy
My diamonds dancin', bitch, I'm icy, your bitch wanna bite me
She screamin', get inside me, I'm too lit, I'm out my body
I up a nigga try me, fuckin' bitches off biscotti
It's lean up in my styrie, shoot and score la'bitch, I'm Kyrie
He pussy, nigga, sorry, got your bitch, she text & call me
And now that bitch keep stalkin', new designer when I'm walkin
And now that nigga salty, jewelry fake, your shit was faulty
Stain that boy, no coffee, smoke too much, she got me coughin
We on them, bitch, we hawk him, shoot him first like Joseph Stalin
We fuckin', ain't no pausin', leavin' mayo on her jawlin
We up and we ain't fallin', call me Roddy, bitch, I'm ballin
Wait, roll me up some cake, she wan fuck, I told her, wait
Get you sent to heaven, tried to charge, I beat your case
Extended blizzy to the face,
I bust his top, his thirty-eight
And bitch tie up all my laces
and we finessin' off the shake
Damn, free all of my niggas if they ever in they can
Sendin' shots, we kill the opps, he spread out like some jam
Glizzy Glock up in my sock, these thots know who I am
My trigger finger blamin', clean his top, we chalk ya mans
My nigga got the sweeper, nigga gay, he beg for features
I swing it like a reaper, no Miami, got the heater
Talkin' ether in your speakers, that hoe suck me like a leecher
I kicked her out the V, I left her green and drenched in semen
Yeah, gettin' rich like Roddy
He hatin', tryna be just like me, gettin' rich like Roddy
My diamonds dancin', I'm so icy, your bitch wanna bite me
She screamin', get inside me, I'm too lit, I'm out my body
I up this nigga, try me, fuckin' bitches off biscotti
It's lean up in my styrie shoot and score la'bitch, I'm Kyrie
He pussy, nigga, sorry, got your bitch, she text & call me
And now that bitch keep stalkin', new designer when I'm walkin

Written by:
ZeDrian Burrell

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