$not Like Me Lyrics

[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
f*ck a bitch, then I dip out of your piece (Piece)
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 f*ckin' 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)
f*ckin' 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 a key (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 that she throwin' it back on me
She get the pat-down (Pat-down)
Told her, "Bring it up, baby, bring it back down" (Down)
Swingin' '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)