Young Dro - sh** Like That lyrics

[Intro] These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed Yeah, yeah this sh** be crazy, give it to me [Chorus] These hoes on me just like the tats on my arm Keep playing around I got big old straps, yeah I'm armed You chip the ice I got big old rocks on my charm And I'm pulling in up with ya b**h don't be alarmed I got blow and sh** like that, I got racks and sh** like that I got lean, weed, n***a I pull that pad sh** like that My b**h gone but I'mma get me a bad b**h back And sh** like that Keep playing around I'mma go a head and run with this sack And sh** like that [Verse 1] I got 'dro and sh** like that I tote Max and sh** like that Rolls Royce pull up riding round in them backs, sh** like that I'm in the cool as hell, I'm the the strip club I got racks and sh** like that Am 'bout to stand out and show the b**h how we going a act sh** like that Me and 40 in the back of this Benz yo we going smash yo friends Cardias all in my Leanas now I'm in the Jag with the twins I got 24's under these motherf**ing two seater All the ice on and I'm riding round yeah b**h I got two heaters I'mma turn up, turn up, can't even turn down though Wait, I'mma a roll up, roll up I'mma smoke one now hoe Fruit juice my car, we shoot like stars n***a say you wanna 12, 20 Gs for the bar (it's 'dro) [Chorus] [Verse 2] [E - 40] 50 on my wrist 80 on my neck partner I'm set (you set?) Hoes see my saucy a** whip and they yelling he wet (he wet?) Got a line on a boat and sh** like that Tote a 4-4 spit your Kool-aid pack I'mma let you shoot the dice and I'mma side bet Play the field to collect and sh** like that I'm from the Hillside trap where they spit that crack Get your chain snatched, I can get it back Hood respect sh** like that I don't wear skinny jeans cause it can't fit my strap Can't fit my strap, can't fit my strap But I can flip that pack like an acrobat And I won't step on it like a doormat Give me 30 minutes I'll bring more back ??? game sick make her open her leg man I put I b**h on back page Make me proud gal I'm your PayPal money ground green dot Sock it to my pocket like a rocket pay the piper b**h ...b**h, b**h make me rich Hundred dollars bills when I go sh** Sit on the sh**ter with extendo clip With a Swish' on my lip, on the phone with your b**h b**h [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ugh packets of the meat no fat won't see no cat I ride foreign I got big old rats from a b**h I met she be whorin' I'm from the street baby I'mma eat regardless of what I'm doing My brother John Terrell Davis I'm a ??? Smoke k**a, my n***a now hear that pack I k** em in the winter hit em in the denim jackets Onyx, the pin-ups on the kit going catch Her moms still talking about that ghetto s** On spokes, now play that back Hold up the b**h I don't play like that I'mma player n***a get like that I'mma boss and that's some sh** like that And Molly I done put that back take too much to get up and get right back My partner told me that one for me and not that greed and I'mma 'bout to get on X Holy moly, my sh** on flex goldy goldy I'm a big old mess In the Bay with 40 before they smokin big old threats Getting money, hoes and sh** like that [Chorus]