[Intro: $NOT]

Mm, ba-da-da, da-da-da

Okay

(Ayy), yeah, ayy

Like this, like that (Haha), yeah

[Chorus: $NOT]

Like this, like that

Everybody tryna be like me (Huh)

Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy)

Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps

Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)

Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh)

Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah)

Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr)

[Verse 1: $NOT]

Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Yeah)

You my baby girl, but you not main squeeze (Ayy)

Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (Huh?)

Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams

Fuck a bitch, then I dip, adiós, peace (Peace)

Three shots to the back, give me five rings

Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (Big-body)

Pull up in a foreign, I ain't talkin' Maserati (Yeah, skrrt, vroom)

Pull up in a 'Rari (Ayy)

I be eatin' good, I be eatin' calamari (Ayy)

I might break a bone, call me fuckin' Jeff Hardy (Yeah)

Two wheels, one seat, 'bout to rob a Harley

[Pre-Chorus: $NOT]

She knows what I need, ridin' around as I please (Huh)

Fuckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see)

[Chorus: $NOT]

Like this, like that

Everybody tryna be like me (Huh)

Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy)

Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps

Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)

Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh)

Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah)

Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr)

[Verse 2: iann dior]

Woah, woah, woah, woah, get like me

Suicide doors and the inside green

Like, woah, woah, woah, woah (Woo), high speed

I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (Yeah)

I'ma pay in cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease

Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beater (Uh)

I'ma hit it one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her (Uh)

And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a nina (Uh)

Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me?

I'm lovin' the way she throwin' it back on me

She get the pat-down (Pat-down)

Told her, "Bring it up, baby, bring it back down" (Down)

Swing it 'round, baby, throw it in circles (Circles)

All these racks got her jumpin' like a hurdle (Yeah), like a hurdle

[Chorus: $NOT]

Like this, like that

Everybody tryna be like me (Huh)

Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy)

Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps

Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)

Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh)

Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah)

Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr)