Like Me (Feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock & Pop Smoke] Othello on the beat You fire, ooh, ooh You ain't never met another nigga like me You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one She feelin' me, she say, "You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire" Look [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] I'm like, "What's crackin'?" She like, "Pop, I got a man" I'm like, "Damn, how you know me?" Say she got me on the 'Gram I say, "Look, I understand, but baby, I'm the fan 'Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land" She say, "What's that on your face?" And I say, "It's a cold world" Way you bitin' your lips though got me like "Oh, girl" Get money and stay aggressive, baby, it's your world Martin talkin' to Gina, baby, you go, girl Who you with? I'm with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers All them scammers and them killers who I hang with Yeah, I taste good, ain't no onions on my sandwich I'm 823 and everybody know I'm sanctioned Why? 'Cause if I shoot, I'ma shoot that, woo and I'ma woo back Yeah, I'm from the floss, you know the language I put it on the table so that everything is clear Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ear She like, "Send me a text" The end of the night, she was laid up in the bed Liftin' up her dress, had her bent over the ledge Kissin' on her neck when she went to give me head What's next? Look Let me fuck you, let me suck you, let me eat you, let me hold you Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga's supposed to If you ain't know I had the power, let me show you Shark on your plate, we eatin' dinner at Nobu [Chorus: Pop Smoke & PnB Rock] You ain't never met another nigga like me You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one She said, "Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire" You ain't never met another nigga like me Keep it real, girl, I'm lookin' for a wifey She feelin' me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire" [Verse 2: Pop Smoke] I'ma call you every day at twelve o' clock, "How you doin'?" like Wendy About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi I'ma treat you right as long as you let me Louis Vuitton and Giuseppes, all I do is chase fetti Know I ride with that semi, so let me know when you ready I'ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collectin' funds Grabbin' on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist Baby, you could bring a friend, that's when the party begin All them tigers on my collar ain't always just been Gucci Ridin' past your block bumpin' YFN Lucci You sayin' talkin' is cheap, so you know I had to prove it So I made this song so you can add it to your music I'm top tier, yeah, I ain't never kept it Nancy But like Jamie Foxx, I'ma always keep you fancy Gucci trench, feel like fishin' gear Put me on any block, you know I'ma get it there [Chorus: Pop Smoke & PnB Rock] You ain't never met another nigga like me You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one She said, "Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire" You ain't never met another nigga like me Keep it real, girl, I'm lookin' for a wifey She feelin' me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire" [Outro: PnB Rock] You fire, yeah, yeah You fire, yeah, woo