Like What

LETRA

Like What

[Featuring Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz]

Come On (8X)

Uh Uh

Yeah Yeah

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Like What Peter Gunz Like What, Like What

The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What

Blac Haze Like What, Like What

The Lord Tariq is Like What

[Peter Gunz]

Niggas hear the name niggas run

Opposite bitches hear the name bitches come

Soak a little sun in the south with Blac Haze

Prepare myself as I brace for Blac Daze

These motherfuckers don't understand me and my man

Set niggas more quicker than sand

From the BX, double park the GS, get the fuck out

Cock your gun back in time for the BS

Talk a lot of shit, but you can't blame me

You didn't know I'm rollin with the EKG

South Beach gettin my piece from a Doms

And me cause the trick, like the way a nigga rhymes

So I prime, in a bruise spine

Poppin a six, getting another bicking bruise in mine

I shine like sun, first like one

Blow the fuck up,because another verse like none

Just Gunz, let the name echo for life

Because I still put this sliding dick up in your wife

Chorus: repeat 2X

Like What Peter Gunz Like What, Like What

The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What

Blac Haze Like What, Like What

The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What

[Lord Tariq]

Fuck the money, is long now, the crew is strong now

Guess its safe to say I'm on now

Run through your town, with the four pound

Bust the door down, and lay your law down

With fake badges, posing as cops, we'll put a hole in your knot

I roll through your block, holding or not, we molded a rock

that's bigger than creditials, what I'm into

I killed you and I meant to

Be glad for for the flower that a motherfucker sent you

While I was high, when I bent you fucking

I got things to see, people to do

There's places to be, there's bitches to screw

So make a who you, I'm killing your crew, I'm living a view

A place where killas kill killas, and I'm iller than you

I'm realer than you, straight forward like Kobe

y'all niggas can't hold me

from quite a thug, a new age, Monticoly

Rock sounds like David Bowie, my rocks ain't music.

I front a mic to the streets, however you gonna do it

I'm runnin em through, gunnin em to it

I let you front with your fluent

I got a flow, and y'all waters a little shorter

You caught me like style, and I'm holding a key

And with a gun I'm quite wow

You should be rollin with me motherfucker

Chorus

[Blac Haze]

I got my niggas Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz

Blac Haze representin, I be the one

Niggas better peep game, and fly straight

From the Florida Keys, to the Tri-State

Make it hot motherfucker, ya'll heat up

EKG cause they stay weeded up

Watchin real motherfuckers beat it up

Like What like a nine sweet as what

Bitch made ass niggas, yes we blast

Lord and Pete Blac Haze, in the E-class

Playin hatin motherfuckers, getting buck wild from the bottom

Still screamin up top you want some other shit

Niggas die scared stressed

North to South we fuckin up the mid-west

Semi Falls, some bitch niggas butter cheese

Blac Haze I made this for the G's

Straight national, where my niggas in a six?

You ask Amaru do bitches suck dicks?

Do niggas turn tricks? And asses die?

Don't waste you fucking time trying to ask about

Chorus:

Like What (6X)

~Fade~