Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be Like Me, artist - Gunplay. Album song Living Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Be Like Me |
I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold |
All I’m sellin' is dope but they think it’s my soul |
As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me |
Watch how I move, I got the Ree’s on my feet |
Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car |
Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I’m not a star |
Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk |
Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk |
Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it |
Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I’mma mow it |
Problems, I’ma don, put in all my effort |
Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka |
Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown |
Michael Buffer account, Pacquiao, you’re going down |
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? |
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? |
I’ll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body? |
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti |
Step on the block, they wanna be like me |
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me |
Step on the corner, they wanna be like me |
I fear no man, it’s time to move this key |
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot |
Shoot for the stars, I’mma rip up your top |
Step out the car, all they see is the gold |
All I’m sellin' is dope but they think it’s my soul |
So who they wanna be like? |
Me, that’s right, Gunplay |
A player that’ll take it to the paint without a pump fake |
Comin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face |
I ain’t sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain’t nothin' safe |
You know what I’m bout, I’m bout that motherfuckin' action |
Like a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches |
Got a $ 1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain’t no ashes |
Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes |
Who wanna boot it for me? |
You don’t wanna do that homie |
Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it |
Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer |
Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number |
You talking crazy but me and you know |
I take it down like I been here before |
I go OD like someone tripled the dose |
Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope |
Step on the block, they wanna be like me |
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me |
Step on the corner, they wanna be like me |
I fear no man, it’s time to move this key |
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot |
Shoot for the stars, I’mma rip up your top |
Step out the car, all they see is the gold |
All I’m sellin' is dope but they think it’s my soul |
When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt |
They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth |
Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st |
I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst |
I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it |
Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign |
You don’t get your issue when you fuckin' with the don |
Logan and the loaded rifle that I’m holdin' long |
They don’t want this pressure, they don’t want this pressure |
Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor |
Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum) |
Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum) |
Niggas on that flakka, shootin' grannies off of rockers |
Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka |
I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots |
I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot |
Step on the block, they wanna be like me |
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me |
Step on the corner, they wanna be like me |
I fear no man, it’s time to move this key |
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot |
Shoot for the stars, I’mma rip up your top |
Step out the car, all they see is the gold |
All I’m sellin' is dope but they think it’s my soul |
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? |
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? |
I’ll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body? |
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti |
Step out the car, all they see is the gold |
All I’m sellin' is dope but they think it’s my soul |
But they think it’s my soul |
But they think it’s my soul |