Gunplay - Be Like Me lyrics

rate me

Feat. Rick Ross

(Verse)

Step out the car, all they see is the goal

All I’m sellin’ is the dope

But they think is my soul

As I step on the corner they wanna be like me

Watch out the moves, I got a reason on my feet

Shoes on the will, got forty on my wip, bad bitch I’m not a star

Chopper in the truck, I got a chopper in the truck x 2

What’s a nigga use if you know you gotta throw it

Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I’mma moat it

Problems on my dawn, put it on my effort

Spend a couple dollars, nigga back up, back up, back up

Gun here from the _____(?) boy you want my crown

Michal bank account, tell me how you goin’ down

(Pre hook)

See your dead body, see your dead body x 2

I’ll show you to your nigga, wanna see your dead body

Just Slum dog, Bonjovi, John got it

(Hook)

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at his watch, they wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I feel that man, it’s time to move this key

I put my heart to the scope

Never missin’ a shot

Shut for the stars, I’mma rip up the top

Step out the car all they see it’s the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope, but they think its my soul

(Verse)

I say: So who they wanna be like me,

That right, gun play

Player and let ‘em take it to the pay

Without a palm fake, bumin’ to the fake and bitch shootin’ me to fuck face

I ain’t spend bitches round this bitch

Ain’t none to say

You know what I’m bout, I’m bout that motherfuckin’ action

Like I lose pick, actin’ gate broke the action

Got a thousand dollars blunt, smokin’ til it ain’t no ashes

Keep choppers in my trucks

And Bibles on my dashes

Who wanna put in me, you don’t wanna do that homie

Cuz I gotta eat her with the motherfcukin’ coola on me

Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer

Middle of the dice game, try the roll as never

You talkin’ crazy but me and you know

I take it down like I’ve been here before

I got OD like someone trippin’ the dose

Slicin’ on me, load and leap us the dope

(Hook)

(Verse)

When I step out the fur bitches step out the skirt

They know who money look like

They want a real nigga worth

Gettin’ money ery day not just fit in a verse

I wip out my dick, whores cuachi’ in the curse

I’ll be toarin’ with the worch, spellin’ badder when I pour

Whores not allowed to speak English in my for

If you don’t get your issues when you fuck out with the don

Logan in that loaded, right from that, I’m holdin’ on

Damn with this pressure, damn with this pressure

Six pistols, sittin’ by broker composer

Dirty is my trousers, lock your bitches on the walls bitch

Hunnit in the drum, niggas on that flicker, shootin’ granies all for rockers

Like me nobody tackers like back up, back up, back up

I’ll be wippin’ a lot

You’ll be tricken on tracks

I jump above the drop like caught all that pipe

(Pre hook) + (Hook)

(Outro)

Step out the car all they see it’s the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope, but they think its my soul

But they think its my soul x 2