I won't be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper

I get my kitchen dope, he off a boat I swear to God, you hear my cushion choke

My pockets look like bookies like a spoke Catch this bitch, she not make a single note

Start at the bottom, ain't straight to the top Stop at the middle, then pick up a knot

Proceed to the top, cookin' the U -Hat I might get it big, whatever I got

Yeah, I'm on, set up a shop Yeah, I'm on, rollin' non -stop

Yeah, man, president watch Yeah, I'm on, Ralph Lauren socks

Yeah, I'm on, skeet off and rollin' Yeah, I pull up on Bay

While my ex so big, she takin' her space, just hittin' the wave

All of my diamonds, they wet, I feel like I got them out the safe

Pull up on Charlotte, you know that I'm kickin' this shit like Mike Lee

I know all about you, I know where you be Break up somethin', no problem if you won't play with me

What was y 'all lookin' up when I was screamin' out, help me out?

Tryin' to take somethin' down, boy, you gon' hear about

Leave you dead on the count with one in your mouth

Put 50 ,000 on your head like a spouse

They won't have a mean with my dick, no power

And I done pulled a 40

Then I rolled me a blunt from the Hemingway letter

I'm in it big with the window supplier

I won't be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers

Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper

I get my Cushing dope, he off a boat

I swear to God, you hear my Cushing choke

All pockets look like bookies like I spoke

Catch this bitch and I make a single note

Start at the bottom, ain't straight to the top

Stop at the middle and pick up a knot

Proceed to the top, nigga, you hot

I might get it big, whatever I got

Yeah, I'm on, set up a shop

Yeah, I'm on, rollin' non -stop

Yeah, man, president watch

Yeah, I'm on, Ralph Lauren socks

Yeah, I'm on

Pay me the lighter, pay me the lighter

I'm packin' the fire, packin' the

Rolf, motherfuckin' on life, uh -uh

Mixin' in all of my tights, tight

I'm movin' the chickens like Tyson

I'm burnin' you, lookin' you like Tyson

I'm speedin', I don't have a license

I'm bombin' like Jerry, no rice

Shootin' a clip, but I got me another

I'm bustin', you runnin', I'm climbin', I'm climbin'

Came up in a truck, I'm finishin'

Tryin' to turn the southern ground to a whole island

I know the fireman, I can get them chicks in whenever I want

Give me the word, man, I can call the baby

I can get them pigs in the mornin'

I'm spittin' the fire, I'm spittin' the fire

I think I'm a dragon, I'm all on the wire

Just the way I'm dressed and my bomb ain't a tire

And you'll be singin' late at night in the choir

It's like, boy, I wanna be like Michael Myers

I do not hang with loaners, I hang with buyers

It's just extra summin', it's like goin' in the fire

I cannot love her, I could just one night her

Roll up the wheel and hand me that lighter

Tell me that bitch woulda went on some flyer

I wanna be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers

Yo, boyfriend, can I see me like a sniper?

I get my cushion dopey off a boat

I swear to God, you hear my cushion choke

My pockets look like bookies like I spoke

Catch this bitch and I make a single note

Start at the bottom and straight to the top

Stop at the middle and pick up a knot

Proceed to the top and the hood, you heard?

I might get it big whenever I got

Yeah, man, set up a shop

Yeah, man, roll it non -stop

Yeah, man, president watch

Yeah, man, Ralph Lauren sucks

Yeah, man