She's Like (feat. YK Osiris) - Senior & Lil Baby

Doin' that shit in the mirror She doin' her shit in the mirror Postin' them lies on the gig Cameras steal like a pair of leaches (Yeah) You seen her with me yeah she nasty and freaky You better believe it Occasionally drippin' an' ridin' her wave Is makin' them seasick (Uh) The baddest of bitches that sneakin' a picture Would make 'em delete it I be in Vegas increasin' my worth 'Cause dealers keep thinkin' we cheatin' She get drunk on bottle two And fuck 'em, took 'em pity She be stuck up in a mirror 'Cause he took her CD (Yeah!) She keep recordin' and moanin' but Man this shit hotter than pheonix My lil' baby she drive a Mercedes G Wagon I'm not even braggin', yeah Persian like Aladdin, she ride that shit like she Jasmine Cool hearts on my jacket, boy what you talkin' my fashion? Yeah they thought I was racketeerin' The way I been bringin' these racks in yah! She shakin' that shit like Shakira She shakin' that shit like Shakira Doin' that shit in the mirror Keep doin' that shit in the mirror My diamonds can't get any clearer My bank account pullin' them zeros I'm sackin' 'em wait 'til I seal 'em I'm packin' so loud I can't hear ya She shakin' that shit like Shakira Shakin' that shit like Shakira I'm checkin' the rug of Sevilla Lil', she one in a million Doin' that shit in the mirror She doin' her shit in the mirror Shakin' that shit like Shakira She shakin' that shit like Shakira Couldn't rig this shit mistress a zillion Keep thinkin' this girl Brazilian I'ma show you what I do with my tongue Watch me eat that shit up like a Prilgrim And this now I'm fresh in the William Keep on tickle me like I'm a mailman Got that bad shit, go up in London Watch me, you'll stir with the lovin' yeah yeah Ah-huh, she say can she cum She say she never been in America Like a baller to gear I'ma tear it up Just one look at the milks I'ma fell in love She shakin' that shit like Shakira She look at that shit in the rear-view I'm packin' so loud I can't hear you My girls won't even come near you She put on that make in the mirror, yeah She comin' back with a beer, ay I comin' back in my club, man She shakin' that shit like Shakira She shakin' that shit like Shakira She shakin' that shit like Shakira Doin' that shit in the mirror Keep doin' that shit in the mirror My diamonds can't get any clearer My bank account pullin' them zeros I'm sackin' 'em wait 'til I seal 'em I'm packin' so loud I can't hear ya She shakin' that shit like Shakira Shakin' that shit like Shakira I'm checkin' the rug of Sevilla Lil', she one in a million Doin' that shit in the mirror She doin' her shit in the mirror Shakin' that shit like Shakira She shakin' that shit like Shakira Yeah Here's those sours baby Uh uh uh

Yeah Woah Lately I've been on the move, on the move And I ain't been in the mood, I ain't really in the mood Tryna play me like a fool, tryna play me like a fool I play it off like it's cool What the hell I'm 'posed to do? Fuckin' with these thotties mix your mind frame up (yeah) Stayed down so long 'til my time came up (yeah) And don't never believe that this life ain't tough (woah) But I don't mind, she know mines ain't tucked Reachin' for my chain, raise the crime rate up, yeah Lately I've been thinkin', lot of bad vibes (bad vibes) Why they tryna paint me like a bad guy? (Bad guy) Workin' all night like a vampire (vampire) Now a nigga lit like a camp fire, yeah Yeah, I've been buildin' up an empire (empire) I be hurtin', but I keep it on the inside (inside) Niggas playin', get it poppin' like a fish fry (fish fry) I done been through it all but I didn't die, yeah Now it's so many hunnids in the bank that I can't be safe (no) I was lost for a long-ass time, but I found my place (yeah) See them stars in the ceilin' when I pull up on them niggas in the Wraith (skrrt) Got 'em all in their feelings, I can tell Lately I've been on the move, on the move And I ain't been in the mood, I ain't really in the mood Tryna play me like a fool, tryna play me like a fool I play it off like it's cool What the hell I'm 'posed to do? Yeah, couple hundred thousand dollar offers I don't jump for Y'all be buyin' pistols, I be purchasin' the gun store Eight figure saving, you still workin', y'all are done for Broke in the club, what the fuck you havin' fun for? Focused on a passion, get some goals, dawg (yeah) Chase the dream the same way you chase hoes, dawg (yeah) Tryna give a couple gems from the other side of hustlin' Stay down, success is on the other side of strugglin' (facts) Real raps, real people doin' real shit (uh) Tired of fuckin' groupie women, need a real chick (yeah) I stumbled now and then, I'm not perfect I hate every girl I been with, they don't count, I'm a virgin (ha, ha) Body count doin' ten life sentences (yikes) Got a plaque that my ex name's mentioned in (it's rough) Crazy deals 'cause it's all about leveragin' Ownin', every day my bank account start replenishin' Shit is crazy but it's true, word to Future Me, myself and I, I swear to God, we're the future (psychic) I've been holdin' back and feathers still ruffled The toughest online in real life always buckle (bitch) The new sex symbol, all the girls say Russel I single-handedly made my check start to double, uh You can't stop it with your power facade The audacity to think that you're bigger than God, it's crazy Lately I've been on the move, on the move (damn) And I ain't been in the mood, I ain't really in the mood Tryna play me like a fool, tryna play me like a fool I play it off like it's cool What the hell I'm 'posed to do? Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh (woah) Ooh, ooh, ooh

I would give you the world, nah, nah, nah You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I would give you the world, baby girl You just gotta be worth it (Oh, oh, oh) You don't gotta be perfect (Mm, mm, mm) You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I would give you the world, baby girl You just gotta be worth it, yeah yeah But you don't gotta be perfect (Oh, oh, oh) You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, nah, nah Everybody doubted me But girl, you stuck around And you told me if I hold you You gon' hold me down You don't gotta be perfect You just gotta be worth it Buyin' this and that, baby girl You don't ever have to work again Time is precious, baby girl Let's not let it go by I just really wanna know Do you love me? Don't lie I know you felt alone, huh 'Cause I been on the road, huh But I been doin' shows I swear I ain't doin' you wrong Ridin' 'round through the city, yeah Girl you know you comin' with me, yeah I been a hundred out of fifty, girl Ain't nobody messin' with me, yeah I don't really think they understand Baby girl, I know you understand I'm just tryna go feed my fam, hey-ey-ey, nah I would give you the world, baby girl You just gotta be worth it (You just gotta be worth it) You don't gotta be perfect (You don't gotta be perfect) You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I would give you the world, baby girl You just gotta be worth it, yeah yeah (You just gotta be worth it) But you don't gotta be perfect (You don't gotta be perfect) You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, nah, nah I would give you the world, baby girl You just gotta be worth it (Oh, oh, oh) You don't gotta be perfect (Mmh, mmh, mmh) You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I would give you the world, baby girl You just gotta be worth it, yeah yeah But you don't gotta be perfect (Oh, oh, oh) You just gotta be worth it, yeah, yeah, yeah, nah, nah

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)