Like That Isaiah Rashad (Ft. Michael da Vinci)

[Produced by Chris Calor]

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Back again and I'm rolling, got a pack of Swish and a bag of thizz
Like a stash of Swiss and I blow it, tell my brother "Up to ride"
But them niggas firing up that reggie, man
And can't have them fuck niggas in your regime
Suck dick, roll weed on the résumé
Bald head, damn near do everything
She do everything and I like it
Bend that ass over, baby, I'll bite it
Like to role play, be a stripper, baby
I'll tip her, baby, this pimping, baby, just Rosé
And I'm drunker than I should be
I'm fucking too honest but I could be
Another fuck nigga rapping 'bout wrapping
Flipping O's by rap and hip-hop, boy, you could be
I don't believe that shit Nigga, how the fuck you trill?
Nigga, how the fuck you real? Nigga, how the fuck you feel?
You don't feel shit, and I feel it in my heart: you a real bitch
You don't steel tip, Texas swanging
Texas slanging, Rikki Blu straight Texas
He'll wreck your paint, I'm the type
To fuck your bitch to the record playing, "I'm a fan, mane"
Fuck that, nigga, nigga, you the man, mane
Gotta let a bitch nigga do his damn thang
Even crooked politicians get a campaign
Need Henny, too broke for the champagne
But I still keep it G every damn day
Memorize every word that the fam say
We the House, bitch niggas, to your family
Don't let your bitch 'round me, I'm a girl prey
All I need is good pussy and a place to chill
Couple hundred thousand, gotta pay some bills
Gotta stack for my lil' nigga college tuition
He fifteen, I'mma have him in the college with bitches
Gotta let the flow age, nigga, prolly to glisten
I was in the Windy city, nigga, study the ism
Triangle offense, nigga, study the prism
I was just locked up, bitches land you in prison, but