Like What (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, let me put some gas in this motherf*ckin' year, b*tch
I ain't really talked my sh*t in a minute
Like who the f*ck these b*tches really think they talkin' to?
Like, b*tch, is you f*ckin' dumb?

[Chorus]
Classy and a c*nt (And a c*nt)
Blocks and money gettin' spunt (Gettin' spunt)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (Nah)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, "Yes" (Yes)
b*tch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain't even got dressed
Any L that I took, come after YS
Oh, man (Oh, man)

[Verse 1]
Baby, here we go again (Here we go again)
pus*y real fat, probably got a double chin
First, that b*tch hate me, then this b*tch hate me
And somehow, they link up and they become friends, like, how?
b*tch, pipe down (Pipe down)
Moodboard, all y'all imitatin' my style (Mm)
Bad b*tch, red lips, let me show you
White toes, eatin' yellowtail out of Nobu
Uh, keep a hater obsessed
In my comments, havin' a di*k suckin' contest (Contest)
I'm pressure, y'all pressed (Y'all pressed)
Y'all don't get addressed, y'all's gettin' outdressed, look (Okurrr)
It's a look when I'm hoppin' out the V (Uh-huh)
Red wig hangin' down to my knees (Uh-huh)
It's your birthday, but they talking 'bout me ('Bout me)
Why you mad? Take a picture, say, "Cheese" (Say, "Cheese")
You dumb, you slow, you wildin' (Ah, you wildin')
Got your first pair of Ricks, now you stylin'? (Ah, you stylin')
Everything you got, I had five years before
I put it on the 'Gram (Hahahaha) 'fore it even hit the store, look
[Chorus]
Classy and a c*nt (And a c*nt, uh-huh)
Blocks and money gettin' spunt (Gettin' spunt)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (Uh-huh)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, "Yes" (Yes)
b*tch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain't even got dressed
Any L that I took, come after YS
Oh, man (Ah)

[Verse 2]
I know y'all b*tches be horsin' (Horsin')
Lookin' this good is really exhaustin' (Exhaustin')
Diamonds hit, Stone Cold Steve Austin (Brr)
Just got my lasered pus*y smooth like a dolphin (Agh)
Top notch b*tch get the most, not the lesser (Uh)
b*tches look big like third trimester (Yes)
Every time I pose, these b*tches get stress-er
Y'all be puttin' on sh*t, I don't never
b*tches be hatin' on the low, I peep it
If I say anything mean, I mean it
I ain't never lost no n*gga I needed
I'm rich, I ain't gettin' in no pool that's not heated (Nah)
Big ass yacht and I'm havin' sex on it
Her life so trash, think I put a hex on it
b*tches be laughin', like, ho, what's funny?
You braggin' on a n*gga that be dyin' to f*ck me (f*ck me)
[Chorus]
Classy and a c*nt (And a c*nt, uh-huh)
Blocks and money gettin' spunt (Gettin' spunt)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (Uh-huh)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, "Yes" (Yes)
b*tch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain't even got dressed
Any L that I took, come after YS
Oh, man