Chris Calor - Like That lyrics

[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 n***as firing up that reggie, man And can't have them f** n***as in your regime s** dick, roll weed on the résumé Bald head, damn near do everything She do everything and I like it Bend that a** 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 f**ing too honest but I could be Another f** n***a rapping 'bout wrapping Flipping O's by rap and hip-hop, boy, you could be I don't believe that sh** n***a, how the f** you trill? n***a, how the f** you real? n***a, how the f** you feel? You don't feel sh**, and I feel it in my heart: you a real b**h You don't steel tip, Texas swanging Texas slanging, Rikki Blu straight Texas He'll wreck your paint, I'm the type To f** your b**h to the record playing, "I'm a fan, mane" f** that, n***a, n***a, you the man, mane Gotta let a b**h n***a 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 a fan say We the House, b**h n***as, to your family Don't let your b**h 'round me, I'm a girl prey All I need is good p**y and a place to chill Couple hundred thousand, gotta pay some bills Gotta stack for my lil' n***a college tuition He fifteen, I'mma have him in the college with b**hes Gotta let the flow age, n***a, prolly to glisten I was in the Windy city, n***a, study the ism Triangle offense, n***a, study the prism I was just locked up, b**hes land you in prison, but [Hook: Isaiah Rashad] Do you like that sh**? What a feeling baby, light that sh** Oh, you love how I write that sh**? I do it better when you like that sh**, come on [Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci] Late nights, these late nights, I pray to God they pay off For these hard times we done been through Got me still screaming "f** school" And the police got my shirt off sitting in the MC Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling like Rich B-O-Y n***a got wings and still can't fly Throw some D's off on my ride, throw some D off in your wife p**y stay off in my mind but the Pimp C, little P-A-C Riding 'round, can't feel my feet, riding 'round, lost my ID Drunk driving, spilling drink on my seat Slurring words, b**h, you know me Cause I'm the n***a, man f** these n***as And any b**h rusing for the weed b**h, get a gram, put it in the Swisher, man Or I suppose whatever you get it in Put it to your lips, get a light, gon' feel the glam Tell me that it feel good, tell me all them lies Make me feel good, let me, let me, let me feel real good Give you my life, give you my life if I really could But I know that I should, follow my steps Get a little money in the process, 9-2 to the f**ing d**h House what I mothaf**in' rep, feel me, b**h, feel me 'til my body go down to the depths to the creva**e of the Earth The circle of the circle, roll circuits of the purple And the golds stay gleaming, f** n***as stay scheming Fishing hooks in the sky, young n***a Kareem-ing Full bucket and a dream, n***a looking for wishes Still grab my dick screaming "f** these b**hes" [Hook] [Outro: Rikki Blu] Yeah, Texas Trill, that Texas trill, Triple D, that Texas trill Pleasant Grove, that Texas trill, Oak Cliff, that Texas trill West Dallas, that Texas trill, East Dallas, that Texas trill North Dallas, that Texas trill, Sunny South, that Texas trill Two Podners, Texas trill, Rudy's Chicken, Texas trill Eastside, Texas trill, Westside, Texas Trill That Texas trill, Texas trill, Blue Family Grove, Texas trill Blu From The Grove, Texas trill, Texas trill, yeah, Texas trill