Like This by E$P Nique Lyrics

[Intro]
Ten, ten, ten
Yeah
Ten, ten, ten
I'm back on deck

[Verse 1]
I be all up in my bag but don't fuck up my vibe
Ima get it how I live 'cause we living to die
Me and shawty going dumb got a chick on the side
All my brothers down to ride them my dawgs till I die
Nowadays a nigga fly until I fall out the sky
Throwing shade up on the sly these niggas really be pie
She be talking like a freak but really she shy
They be talking like they gangsta but really they lie

I am not surprised, solid shit that's my design
Solid shit be hard to find, they settle for the fraudulent kind
Beef I'm not that hard to find, hello from the other side
Nigga want that smoke with me, dumb that nigga probably high
I can't go to sleep yet, got yo' woman all in love and we ain't meet yet
Funny how the dopest niggas be the rejects
Every-time they see us winning they gon' regret
Dumb ass niggas, bumb ass ho's, as I stay on my hustle my knot gon' grow
It's that scandalous game but the game I chose
Boy these streets be on fire my heart be on cold (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Oooh like this
Niggas just be mad 'cause they ain't on no fly shit
Put me in the game 'cause I don't plan to ride bench
Born with not a thing but we all plan to die rich
Oooh like that
Far East nigga put the city on my back
Not chasing no money just like chillin on a flat
Hundred times ten we just keeping shit a stack

[Verse 2]
Hundred times ten, family motherfuck a friend
Bitch I been stackin' up my ends, keep it a thousand to begin

I got bars like Xanax, Percocet, Triple C ho
Only ridin' that way because you chewing on my steeze ho
When she catch this pressure she be rubbing on my sleeze bro
You ain't got no hustle I can't get up in yo sheets ho
Surprised you niggas missing all these shots, need to reload
I don't get involved the hustle taught me how to creep low
As I creep slow, pocket rocket creeping through that peep hole
I don't like to talk that rara shit just not my ego
I'ma one up, nah for-real I'ma grind until the sun up
I'm like wassup, I like to mack on a ho that be stuck up
I'm like wassup, everyone around me be a hundred
Ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
Ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
Ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten

[Chorus]
Oooh like this
Niggas just be mad because they ain't on no fly shit
Put me in the game because I don't plan to ride bench
Born with not a thing but we all plan to die rich
Oooh like that
Far East nigga put the city on my back
Not chasing no money just like chillin on a flat
Hundred times ten we just keeping shit a stack

[Outro]
Oooh like this
Oooh like that
Oooh like this
Aye, hundred times ten, ten ten ten
Ten ten ten, ten ten ten, ten ten ten
Like this
Like that