Get Like Me

Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly do's

Stuntin-stuntin is a habit, get like me

Have you ever seen a Chevy with the, get-get like me

Have you ever seen a Chevy with the, get like me

Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly do's?

Stuntin-stuntin is a habit, put it in the air

Stuntin-stuntin is a habit, put it in the air

Stuntin-stuntin is a habit, put it in the air

Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly do's?

(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit)

I got a chip in my engine, 26 inch rims

I got fadeaway money, bitch I'm ballin out the gym

Got my old school pumpin, hip wheel on recline

If you think a nigga broke you out'cha monkey-ass mind (yeah)

Diamonds on my pinky (yeah) hand on the pine

Bitch touch and now your momma do the second line (yeah)

Screens fallin from the sky, syrup fallin in my cup

Old school Chevy thang, comin down nigga what

Got diamonds in my mouth, got some Gucci on my seat

Got g's on my ass, bitch it's cold when I speak

Got a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck

You can gon' pass the mic, watch I'm 'bout to catch wreck

Still screamin out mayne, pistol in my hand

Southside so throwed (throwed in the game)

Big face on my chain, 84's on the frame

Big bodies comin down, hoggin up both lanes

(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit) The name you know of

A little bit of change, now your boy done blown up

And I'm throwin thangs just to get exposed

Stuntin ain't a thing to me

And it's obvious it's plain to see

That you gon' make us both

Get into some thangs that is for grown folks

And they might even say you should leave me alone

But don't be scared... you need to get like me~!

Stuntin is a habit, just gotta have it

Shorty can throw anythang at me I'm gonna bag it

When she see the karats, for real just like a rabbit

Cain't another boy do the things you like

He ain't your type, change your life

But if you did your homework, girl I'm pretty sure you know what I got

Drop top singin, know Jones and Banner gonna roll

Let me stop.... stuntin is a habit

(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit)

(Yeah!) Let them bougie boys ride Maybach

I'm in the candy laid back like I slang crack

My money stack to the ceiling

Gettin in my Chevy's like climbin up a buildin, them 28's on deck

37 on my wrist, a hundred five on my neck

This rap money's okay but you should see these movie checks

And this cartoon cash, the SS so sweet

My Bentley's hatin on that ass, my old school's gettin pissed

She opened up her arm but then she slit both wrists

There go the suicide do's, wood on the dash

Ferris wheels on the toes and got duals on the ass

And some chrome on the nose, the white boys go "SWEET!"

But black folks go "OHH" I got a 'llac full of ammo

I'm brick with the nine throwin bombs out the Lambo'

The butterflies goin up

I got Chad in my heart and DJ Screw in my cup