In a world where everyone is striving to replicate the essence of another, $NOT and iann dior paint a vivid picture of individuality and self-assurance. The track delves into the duo's awareness of their unique style and swagger, which others incessantly try to mimic. With sharp lyrics about staying vigilant ("on my Q's and P's") and flaunting their success, they emphasize the importance of authenticity amidst imitation. Their verses blend bravado with caution, reflecting on both their influence and the measures they take to protect it. It's a bold anthem celebrating originality in an era of copycats. #Individuality #Swagger #Authenticity #Influence
Like Me
Lyrics
(Ayy)
Yeah, ayy
Like this, like that, yeah
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 Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)
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 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 her bone, call me fuckin' Jeff Hardy (yeah)
Two wheels, one seat, butter up a Harley
She knows what I need, ridin' around as I please (huh?)
Fuckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see)
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 Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, get like me
Suicide doors and the inside cream
Like, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (woo), high speed
I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (yeah)
I'ma pay cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease
Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beat-up (uh)
I'ma hit her 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)
Try to 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
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 Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)
Writer(s): Edy Edouard, Gregory Andrash Sekeres, Levi De Jong, Marvin Jordan, Michael Ian Olmo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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