Trife Majors - Like This Lyrics

I hear you rapping tho
But you don't write hits
Name a nigga in yo city who can do it like this
Huh
I keep chicks
All my women quite thick
They ain't checking for you Homie you don't do it like this
Oh damn
I hustle like i'm moving more bricks
No shit
Other dudes they never did it like this nigga
I hear em talking like he bout to blow quick
Young fella getting rich
Try and do it like this hoe
Niggas be acting like bitches here's a verse for you trannies
He said he better then me
He on percs with some zannies
Ya chick
I whisper to her make her squirt in her panties
A hoe on Saturday but Sunday she at church with her family
I get it
I tell that chick come and look in a boss eyes
Ain't just an icon
I'm a mack wit some hard drive
And yea I drive hard when I drive through on you small fries
And place an order to make you salty the way I talk fly
Used to whip the ford wit the heavy tints
Tell satan get a width of this I'm heaven scent
I stay forever bent
Niggas pussy so we don't never flinch
After the day I lost my virginity
Winning ever since
This for my niggas in the hood cuz the streets matter
The wrong one to piss of I got a weak bladder
This that real rapping on the mic shit
Try to keep up wit ya boy
You don't do it like this
Let's get it
I hear you rapping tho
But you don't write hits
Name a nigga in yo city who can do it like this
Huh
I keep chicks
All my women quite thick
They ain't checking for you Homie you don't do it like this
Oh damn
I hustle like i'm moving more bricks
No shit
Other dudes they never did it like this nigga
I hear em talking like he bout to blow quick
Young fella getting rich
Try and do it like this hoe
How could you and I mix
Got a lot of y'all pissed y'all don't do it like this
Y'all don't do it like this
I be on my fly shit
Girl I bet you that ya man never do it like this hoe
You be the type to have subliminals all packed in ya verse
These blood sucking haters kill me wit that Dracula thirst
You dead to me just jump back in your hurst
Record women twerking for me just so I could watch it clap in reverse
Im wit it
The highlight of the city go check the replay
Get stronger every month in a year like f*ck a weak day
Go sell ya soul on eBay and tell me what the receipt say
Y'all cliche
Talking you rich when you getting cheap pay
When y'all needed lyrics I'm who held streets down
My buzz growing
No way these faggots compete now
I'm the shit ya'll having trouble wit ya weak bows
You pussies full of air
When you rapping I hear that queef sound
This for homies in my hood cuz the streets matter
A'int talking money just be quiet wit that weak chatter
I thought I told you suckas this how Trife get
Try to keep up wit ya boy
You don't do it like this
Let's get it
I hear you rapping tho
But you don't write hits
Name a nigga in ya city who can do it like this
Huh
I keep chicks
All my women quite thick
They ain't checking for you Homie you don't do it like this
Oh damn
I hustle like i'm moving more bricks
No shit
Other dudes they never did it like this nigga
I hear em talking like he bout to blow quick
Young fella getting rich
Try and do it like this hoe