歌手:DJ Drama
专辑:《I'M REALLY LIKE THAT》

作词 : T. Simmons/S. Woods/M. Hayes/A. Britten II
[Intro: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama]
Antt did the track
I'm really like that
They like
Get in your bag, *****, I been the mans (Helluva made the beat, baby)
And mail order 'fore I probably send 'em fast
Kill 'em done, chain with me, creep and tryna kill him foul
You don't bang shit, same shit, still'll get you fried
Drop some, then skate on 'em, I still remember [?] and that
**** dawg, he hatin' on me, I still [?]
DJ Drama, ha-ha-ha
You niggas can't **** with us

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama]
They like
Get in your bag, *****, I been the mans (Helluva made the beat, baby)
And mail order 'fore I probably send 'em fast (******* Grillz)
Kill 'em done, chain with me, creep and tryna kill him foul
You don't bang shit, same shit, still'll get you fried
Drop some, then skate on 'em, I still remember [?] and that
**** dawg, he hatin' on me, I still [?] (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Need some ten like six years, how you feelin'?
I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga
Everybody on the thing, still I put 'em on a payroll
I can **** whoever, *****, my nigga, just don't hate on me
I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin' sucker shit
How the **** his main hoe his sister and his brother *****? Can't trust a *****
Niggas out here starvin', Dugg, he send some
I still be sellin', dumb people, I'm not here to switch on 'em
And six on me, I'm still turned, fight who I kill first
Dugg on 'em, he don't give perc, street Chanel, them real purses
Bae like "What we kickin'?", she pop it up, and suckin' ****
I got bae, like she can get, I like freak hoes that eat hoes and slap fast when we done
Ain't no hoe niggas and broke niggas, wouldn't catch me with no bum, ****

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Got them white arms on clear less, can't catch me in my buzz
I done signed shit a hundred times, can't beef about no *****
Know I pulled up fresh as ****, in that brand new Lambo truck
Skrrt off on the dead body (Yeah)
Did a hit right in a foreign, this a big body (Okay)
Ain't know I'm 'bout, but now you know we care 'bout it
Your ***** at my crib, suckin' my **** and she get real sloppy
Ain't wanna tell you that shit dawg, 'cause you be in your feelings (Yeah)
You ain't do no killin', you ain't never pay no killers (No)
*****, that ain't wockhardt, you sippin' penicillin (What)
I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceilin'
I ain't want your *****, she looked at me like "Really, really?" (Really)
I'm in your city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly (Philly)
I like it silly, I woke up and then I made a milly
TLC, got too much lettuce, cheese, my ***** look like Chili, yeah
No, I'm never stuck, never stuck (Stuck)
Hold my pants up, 'cause the .40 tucked (Baow)
I ain't never meet a ***** that didn't **** some
I ain't never meet a ***** that didn't suck some
Know these niggas *****, they ain't gon' bust some (Nah)
Nick Cannon, walkin' with a big ol' trunk
Countin' all this money, make me risk my thumbs
Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs