Like Me ​wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Hey Cris, fuck you!
Femto!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh)
You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh)
She say, “Pipe me", (Woo-ooh) he so icy (Woo-ooh)
Fuck my sidepiece (Woo-ooh) in my Nike (Woo-ooh)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Mountain Dew never look clear
Put a six in here, got my red bitch ridin' on a Lear
She one in a million like Aaliyah
Wit' a blue lace wig, like the bitch bang Crip out here (Yeah)
And I got a gun, blazer fit, tailor
Fifteen thousand, and I spent it all on a spaceship (B-r-r-r)
And I got yo' lil' white baby, ridin' a Mercedes
And I told that hoe other shit (Rah)
What's yo' flavor? (What it is?) Flavor, savor (Uh)
Homegirl Blasian (Uh), initiation (Uh, uh)
Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson (I do)
Young Basquiat, paint her face with som'
You took that bitch at home, now you layin' up
Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' at a gym
Made a movie, made a film
Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill
I press a nigga like a bad pill
King of ad-lib, really lived
I'm that story that you tell
Like stop, drop and roll
Got a Glock wit' a pole
Have you ever seen a stripper shake and get up out them clothes?
Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat, Whac-A-Mole
And I'm runnin' out of breath, need to stop smokin' 'Ports, like