$NOT - Like Me (feat. iann dior) (Lyrics)

$NOT - Like Me (feat. iann dior) (Lyrics) $NOT - Like Me (feat. iann dior) Lyrics #$NOT #LikeMe #TraplordJenkins Lyrics $NOT - Like Me (feat. iann dior): Mhm, da-da Okay Yuh, ayy Like this, like that (Haha), yuh Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?) Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh) Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yuh) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Yuh) You my babygirl but you not main-squeeze (Ayy) Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (Huh?) Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams Fuck a bitch then I dip out of your piece (Piece) Three shots to the back, give me five rings Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (Big-body) Pull up in a foreign, I ain't talkin' Maserati (Yuh, skrrt, vroom) Pull up in a 'Rari (Ayy) I be eatin' good, I be eatin' Calamari (Ayy) I might break her bone, call me fuckin' Jeff Hardy (Yuh) Two wheels, one seat, 'bout to rob a Harley She knows what I need, ridin' around as I please (Huh?) Fuckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see) Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?) Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh) Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yuh) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, get like me Suicide doors and the inside cream Like, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woo), high speed I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need a key (Yuh) I'ma pay cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beat-up I'ma hit her one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a Nina Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me? I'm lovin' the way that she throwin' it back on me She get the pat-down (Pat-down) Try to bring it up, baby, bring it back down (Down) Swingin' 'round, baby, throwin' in circles (Circles) All these racks got her jumpin' like a hurdle, like a hurdle Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?) Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh) Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yuh) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr)