Like Me lyrics

[Intro: MoneyMarr & Black Fortune]
Black Fortune
Let's go (Let's get straight into it)

[Verse 1: MoneyMarr]
Oh now y'all n*ggas f*ckin' with me, thought y'all didn't like me
b*tch, I was broke and now I got a check like Nike
Glock 23 with a di*k and it shoot like Mikey
I'm in the trap with a clip and it shoot like Spikey

[Verse 2: Black Fortune]
Burner Beretta from Brazil and it was pricey
I pour a four of Wockhardt in my Hi-C
That draco gon' bite a n*gga like he Mike Tyson
Switchblade on me I slice and dice him

[Verse 3: MoneyMarr]
When I beat it up she say, "Why it gotta be like that?"
When it's cold and we beefin' point me where the heaters at
Now I'm up n*ggas di*kridin', that's where the eaters at
We gon' hit at his head and knock off that (?) pack

[Verse 4: Black Fortune]
Banana clip on me, I'm where that Chiquita at
This junkie like "Fortune where that Justin Bieber at?"
Wockhardt double deuce where that two liter at
Red (?) knock the D off yo' Adidas hat
[Chorus: MoneyMarr and Black Fortune]
Uh, damn, bet you can't do it like me
Diamonds all over my teeth
n*gga run up got red all on his white tee
And I got blood on my sneaks'
b*tch bumpin' the fish and b*tch we 'bout to creep
Shots fired, left him dead, dump his ass by the creek
f*ck 12 hit the dash on they ass, 'bout to geek
And the pounds by the load, foreign plug and he Greek

[Verse 5: Black Fortune]
Put the di*k on a chopstick, you 'bout to eat
I click one button then you gettin' deleted
I got a lil' hood b*tch, her name Juanita
I was servin' that dog food, two of my golden retrievers
I moved to L.A., I'm the only black man in my neighborhood sometimes I feel like I'm Cleveland
And I ain't the police but sometimes I get nervous and shoot at these n*ggas for reachin'
She popped a percocet and had a seizure
He was atheist 'til I made him a believer
He got shot in the face now he look like a creature
b*tch, I'm a hothead I got a fever

[Chorus: MoneyMarr and Black Fortune]
Uh, damn, bet you can't do it like me
Diamonds all over my teeth
n*gga run up got red all on his white tee
And I got blood on my sneaks'
b*tch bumpin' the fish and b*tch we 'bout to creep
Shots fired, left him dead, dump his ass by the creek
f*ck 12 hit the dash on they ass, 'bout to geek
And the pounds by the load, foreign plug and he Greek
[Verse 6: MoneyMarr]
Let's go
Talkin' that sh*t n*gga, pipe up
Take ya b*tch for the night and b*tch gettin' piped up
Choppas gon' spark like the 4th, let it light up
f*ck with that OSSHWOP f*ckin' his life up
b*tch I got two Glocks, John Wall and 2Pac
Smokin' on runtz and I'm servin' that moonrock
I'm a bad lil' n*gga like Ronny off Boondocks
And the trap jumpin' loud like a muhf*ckin' boombox
And they boofin' with Fortune and we 'bouta punch him
In the back of the club b*tch, I got my gun (?)
Get hit in the back with a slug if you runnin'