2 Mellow - Like (feat. Benjamin Veteran) Lyrics

My bitches bad and boujie
It dont fit her swag it aint CC
She don't want text or call regular
She wanna Facetime to see me
I aint been working for nothing you got have some money to see me
Back on that load I'm like beep beep
Runnin that road like meep meep
Trappin from county to county
I count it I stack it I flip it my nigga lets eat
I want the cabbage they cappin they talking they rapping like they really living like me
Trappin a habit don't have it like me
Profit the backend the rest for the re
I keep my pistol when I go to sleep
It ain't no love when you running these streets
Ima Southside baby but the Westside made me
Get the bag I don't need a label
Get it in serve it out get it gone call the plug get another one that's the Backend
Niggas wanna talk hang round like best friends
Niggas mad when they get robbed when they flexing
I got robbed I aint get mad I gotta Wesson
I almost caught a charge for kidnapping
All eyes on me I brought the strap in
And they full of hollows like Tupac (holographic)
Yeah i said they hollow like a loose thot
Pull up like a tube sock on you you you
I go crazy I get it for real
Ain't no stopping me dawg
I been poppin this shit like a soda
Back to back with them packs on the road it aint no moving slow
Plug say he got some more then we going
I don't know nobody grind like me
I dont know nobody shine like me
I don't know nobody quite like me
No no ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me
Like me like me like me
My bitches bad and boujie
It dont fit her swag it aint CC
She don't want text or call regular
She wanna Facetime to see me
I aint been working for nothing you got have some money to see me
Back on that load I'm like beep beep
Runnin that road like meep meep
Trappin from county to county
I count it I stack it I flip it my nigga lets eat
I want the cabbage they cappin they talking they rapping like they really living like me
Trappin a habit don't have it like me
Profit the backend the rest for the re
I keep my pistol when I go to sleep
It ain't no love when you running these streets
It Ain't no love when you running these streets
Walking around wearing hate on they sleeve
Texting and flexing like they f*ck with me
Thats not what I heard thats what i perceive
I'm really on the road to get it
She in the passenger seat keeping track of the divids
These rookies flip sides like figits
I fail to mention
You can get pop for a mention
Getting the bag in no label
Bags vacuumed sealed with a label
Shit
I'll flip the cane if I'm able
Backend doing back bends on the Table
Went from finessin to flexing
A pack
Suplexing a checking to see if the check in
You went from finessin an telling
And less then
To hating an faking like you getting a check in
I don't know nobody grind like me
I dont know nobody shine like me
I don't know nobody quite like me
No no ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me
Like me like me like me
My bitches bad and boujie
It dont fit her swag it aint CC
She don't want text or call regular
She wanna Facetime to see me
I aint been working for nothing you got have some money to see me
Back on that load I'm like beep beep
Runnin that road like meep meep
Trappin from county to county
I count it I stack it I flip it my nigga lets eat
I want the cabbage they cappin they talking they rapping like they really living like me
Trappin a habit don't have it like me
Profit the backend the rest for the re
I keep my pistol when I go to sleep
It ain't no love when you running these streets