Like The Rest lyrics

[Intro]
Go, go, go, ayy (Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)
Real Murdaworth sh*t, I'm talkin' 'bout (b*tch, ayy)
You know how I'm coming (Know how I'm rockin')
You know that mo'f*ckers be faking sh*t (Mo'f*ckers be—)
You know mo'f*ckers—
You know mo'f*ckers get on my nerves and sh*t
You already know how they go (Ayy, you know)
Ayy, you know, it's like I'm seein' sh*t
You know how I'm coming

[Chorus]
My chopper sped, n*gga (Sped)
Turn up and see red, n*gga (Red)
f*ckin' up the tread, n*gga (b*tch)
Slidin' like a sled, b*tch (b*tch)
Get alone and I get in my head, b*tch
Shoot it 'til I'm out of breath, n*gga (Out of—)
Want 'em gone, I call my best killers (Best killers)
We can teach you how to dress, n*gga (How to dress, ayy)
n*ggas know I might go fed for for that bread
We'll hit him in his head, n*gga (Ayy)
n*ggas said they want me dead, I'm like, "Yeah, just don't hit me in my leg, n*gga" (Go, ayy)
Hot sh*t, he feelin' lead (Lead)
Go mode, I'm like the rest (I'm like the rest)
Sick as f*ck, I'm feelin' dead (I'm feeling—)
Send a shot to his chest (To his chest)
b*tch
[Verse]
(b*tch, ayy)
Caught him and he ended up like the rest
She said I'm broke, baby, that's a stretch
Sendin' bullets to that b*tch catch
b*tch, b*tch (Ayy)
Take 12 on a high speed even though I got bond money, I'm rich (b*tch)
This b*tch sayin' she like me and I'm like, "Ight, then suck this di*k" (b*tch)
Said I wouldn't spin, I lost control, I think I need to now (Ayy, go)
Said you wouldn't dip, I lost control, I think I need you now (Go)
New Gen', squeeze it down (Go)
His block soft, easiest round (Round)
Let shots off, knockin' him down (Down)
Knock down, we'll clear out a crowd

[Chorus]
My chopper sped, n*gga (Sped)
Turn up and see red, n*gga (Red)
f*ckin' up the tread, n*gga (b*tch)
Slidin' like a sled, b*tch (b*tch)
Get alone and I get in my head, b*tch
Shoot it 'til I'm out of breath, n*gga (Out of—)
Want 'em gone, I call my best killers (Best killers)
We can teach you how to dress, n*gga (How to dress, ayy)
n*ggas know I might go fed for for that bread
We'll hit him in his head, n*gga (Ayy)
n*ggas said they want me dead, I'm like, "Yeah, just don't hit me in my leg, n*gga" (Go, ayy)
Hot sh*t, he feelin' lead (Lead)
Go mode, I'm like the rest (I'm like the rest)
Sick as f*ck, I'm feelin' dead (I'm feeling—)
Send a shot to his chest (To his chest)
b*tch