Wallace - LIKE THAT Lyrics

I bring it right back
When you see me spitting on a dirty track
I write that
Then ill bring you back a pretty penny
Cause I like that
Making money, banging honeys
Easier just like that
Time to get to locomotive
Bringing bitches little closer to that Nova Skosha
When I hit it from the back
Steady brushing off my shoulder
Might just bring you little closer
Water wait a minute
Hit it then I pay a visit
Ain't no speeda limit to my lyrics
Ain't no other way to put it
But ill do it, then ill rap about it fluid
And my vocab going stupid, do you wanna hear it
Steward spitting, lyric spewing chewing up the bubble gum
That made your boy pop now
I'm rapping to the ceiling
But I'm standing on the top now
We looking from the top down
And Running from the cops now
I never really did it, but I'm feeling like a problem
I might as well just tell you
That my truth is like a condom
You might as well just solve em
But lyrically just blossom
But honestly these bars just got me nauseous
So we taking off to mars
If you ain't ready, blasting off
And we be taking no no chances
So the realest bring the Mansons
Bitch you dancing, I be prancing
All the way to f*cking France and
I be making lot of noise and when you see me
Rep the city, gotta triple little bitty
And she wanna show me titties
But I make a lot of money, so I think its kinda funny
That they hating on me, why they hating on me
I said, I don't give a f*ck
So I don't care if you listen at all
I might just bring a little war
I might just bring a little talk
I don't care if you listen at all
I might rap about your whore
I might just kill it some more
I might
Just like
Just like that, I grab my thinking cap
And put a couple words together
Just to hope I make that shit rap
Dappered from the back
But I be overlapping every single
Style slaying rapper
That can spray a little mediator
Made another dollar so I put it to my name bruh
Tell you one time, second time mind changed up
Done switching, so I make this fist that you kissing
All yo shots have been missing
Got yo bitch inside my kitchen
I said when I whip that work, I hit a little bit of jerk
And then ill bring a nickle bag
And then ill put you all to work
You see my moves been getting better
All my cheddar go to sweaters
See I hit like I'm shredder
Ain't nobody close to clever
But ill see you in the morning
When the mourning come
Ill hit you like the stolen one
And dap you up like rolling gum
I'm feeling like the choosen one
I'm running from the paparazzi
Driving through it kamikaze
Hoping sending shots throughout me
I have always been about it but instead of drowning
I just down it anyhow we leave them counting
All my cheddar stack to mountains shitty rappers
Steady backing on the fact that he just wack and
Hold up Wally you ain't black and why you steady tryna rap and
Ain't no motherf*cker gonna have the courage, challenge me
You see I put the bible down and run it, end up on TV
I guarantee, my limosine, just packed with three, just double D
I f*cked this beat, and now they really tryna take me MTV
I said, I dont give a f*ck
So I don't care if you listen at all
I might just bring a little war
I might just bring a little talk
I don't care if you listen at all
I might rap about your whore
I might just kill it some more
I might
Just like