Lyrics: Oh I Think Dey Like Me

Yeah these girls like me haters want to fight me
Yeah these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B
Yeah I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me
If you had some figures you will be just like me
Yeah these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B
these niggas talkin bout yep in they muthafuckin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat
We stepping on these niggaz like a door mat
When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing in the market and you no dat
If yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back
We stackin’ big faces cuz we still spending throwbacks!

[Chorus]
Oh I think they like me [16x]

[Verse 2]
Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up
First nigga act up first get bust
Just ta getting’ shredded, while I’m twirlin’ ‘n’ switchin swords
T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz)
Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell now that don’t sight me!)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they straight up like me
You heard pimpin’ playa (they shine so brightly)
Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers
Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us cuz
Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love
Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas
I'm a franchize have a mil or betta

[Chorus]

A young , I luv to fight
But when shit get thick I grab the k, he grab the pipe
So when my partners, when they rumble when they right
Strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light
Some people say I’m crazy, my eye stay lazy
The neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80
Killin’ when they don’t wanna pay me
One’s on my shirt, stay clean so I made it
We back on the block, servin’ glass to the jay
gotta glass jar, swappin’ shit, breakin’ face
Gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced
Gotta king fitch tell her get the fuck out tha way
Wet paint, big shoes, move motors let’s race
Young tryin’ ta get it, what I care about a case
If you want me come ‘n’ get me bitch I gotta AK
See y’all , me ‘n’ my click ‘n’ we don’t play

[Chorus to fade]