Get Like Me - Gunplay, Quise, Peryon

Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break

It’s Evil Empire

Where nobody broke

They be free

I know

Uh

Man if you try and catch me got to get like me and match me

If a dollar sign on that motherfucker, attach me

No disrespect but my life ain’t been nothing classy

Just gangsta booze, Remy-Mar's, no cassies

I crank up, I turn, big bangin the herb

Heavy anchor swingin forth and back on my shirt

All these pretty bitches back attackin my nerve

This dick in her mouth, that’s what her actions deserve

I serve, I swerve

I surf, I turf

I kiss my Jesus pieces while I double-cross the earth

Chillin, feelin able, willin

Linen, candy sprayed grill and bright lemon

Camel Feragamos, you ain’t seen these I know

I’m a show you new shit, some shit you need to follow

I’m a leader off the meter, can’t lie I often eat er

She no speakin English so I had to name her Mia

I ride on foes and turn

I’m lookin so clean today

The hoes on me

As I swing in my 60 tray

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

I’m so clean when I pull up on them hoes

Hit the parking lot with the shoes and candy doors

Everybody knows bout this nigga round here

Everybody knows that I’m certified trill

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

Yo, it’s Quise

She my Gipsby & Giuseppe’s

Down key, shine harder than the Jesus piece where my chest be

Full C’s where here chest be

My Aphrodite, love goddess

She the hottest with that mac gloss

Her lips poppin, her mouth clean

But she shit talkin, her thisty yea

Just me and my baby

Fuck them other hoes, that’s my lady

If you think that she got me whipped

Fuck that, I’m a drive her crazy

Ferris wheels on my new coupe

Couple racks on her new bag

Kinda fucked up from her last dude

With that fuck nigga you was doin bad

But I want you to get like me

Will get you light likely

She picture perfect, no ID

See um, I’m intrigues by her mind

And I’m tryna make her mine

At the same time I’m stuck on her ass

Ho what’s behind that behind

So tell me that you ready

Show me that you ready

Just keep you on yo toes

So I never peddy

Fly nigga hoes want

Little mama all I need

So I never fake the phone, flip down so get like me

I ride on foes and turn

I’m lookin so clean today

The hoes on me

As I swing in my 60 tray

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

I’m so clean when I pull up on them hoes

Hit the parking lot with the shoes and candy doors

Everybody knows bout this nigga round here

Everybody knows that I’m certified trill

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty

You need to get like me, baby

You need to get like me, Shawty