Rap Like Me lyrics

[Intro]
Yup, send my big brother to go do a stick up
Whip got the hiccups, hydraulics, my feet up
Old b*tch keep callin’, she think I’m gon’ pickup
Made the b*tch ride me, she couldn’t keep my di*k up
Single…
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Hey, hey, hey (Go get em’)

[Verse]
Send my big brother to go do a stick up
Whip got the hiccups, hydraulics, my feet up
Old b*tch keep callin’, she think I’m gon’ pickup
Made the b*tch ride me, she couldn’t keep my di*k up
Single reporter, yo’ b*tch for a pickup
Send a cool dub and she made a new friend
And she brought to the den
Broke her back in, her friend made my b*tch lick her friend
Made her c*m like it’s past tense
Buddy rape, that’s super lame, he a has been
Might just stop rappin’ and start doin’ castins’
Look like a lick, all this ice, I’m Alaskan
Yes I’m the Boat, may I ask, who is askin’?
Pullin’ yo’ flag, I’m the flag team captain
Stop all that cappin’, you regal action (f*ck)
Single swagin’, b*tch I’m always packin’ (Woo)
With the action if it’s really action (Yeah)
Main attraction, got a spinal fraction
Take it to the hood, where them boys taxin’ (They do)
f*ck a b*tch cause they always naggin’
If I let her in, she’ll prolly catch me lackin’
Ridin’ round’ five deep in a Hellcat, n*gga
Feelin’ like the Jackson’s
f*ck on my b*tch, messin’ up her mascara
Slurp on this di*k, for that new Panamera
n*gga got bread, havin’ bread like Panera
My b*tch Tierra, she work at Tiara
Makin these M’s, shoutout to my PR
When I get bored, I might go buy a car
I can’t buy a drink, but I could buy the bar
I can’t go to clubs but them n*ggas still pay me (Aye)
Hole livera, these ain’t [?] like Jay Z
Coupe wrapped in yellow, it look like a daisy
Posted in Texas, I should be with Sanchez
Neck gon’ fishin’ and my jewelry box very breezy (Woo)
Did a lil feature and went bought AP’s
Drum on the kit, with the lights, she like KG
f*ckin’ these f*ck n*ggas up, just like Tay Keith
Came with the heat, someone must’ broke the AC
Been gettin money since’ B.C. and A.D
Young n*gga make that lil b*tch eat them babies (Yup)
Spit out the nut, that sh*t look just like rabies (Ugh)
I owe that b*tch a Mercedes
Ride on the beat like a muf*ckin’ horse
Drive the Hellcat down the street like a course
Don’t believe sh*t unless it come from the source
f*ckin two b*tches, I make them hoes morf
Last line, should prolly rhyme something with dorf
f*ck it, I might go buy her six bags
Can’t check my luggage, these Louie V bags
Came from 06', f*ck up my wrist
Diamonds they dance, like a teenage, Chris Brown
f*ck that lil b*tch in the town
Tip on the Glock, this sh*t don’t make a sound (Pew, pew)
Talk how I wanna, I made up a noun
Free my big dog out the pound (Huh)
f*ck that lil b*tch out her night gown
[Outro]
pus*y, okay, stupid