Wiz Khalifa – Comment Creepin’ (feat. Chevy Woods & Kris Hollis) (Pre-Rolled’s EP)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)
Trynna’ be just like me (tryna be just like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (like me)
Tryna be just like me (like me)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(Oh, you just gon’ get on top of me like that?)
Hellcat, they keep askin’ what the hell is that
Green and black, rockin’ Gucci like I brought it back
Need a pack, put this KK in your bra strap
Always workin’, never sleep, no, I don’t relax
Niggas sayin’ Young Khalifa got the dope raps
Ain’t just started gettin’ dressed, I’m freshin’ on my throwbacks
I let her drive the new whip, I pull out the old scoop
They don’t even touch the paper ’cause they old news
Young nigga wanna be like me
Front but he don’t even like me
She all up on me like EyeSync
Watch in the color of lightnin’
I got hella paper
Said this goin’ down, she fucked me in the elevator

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)
Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (like me)
Tryna be just like me (like me)

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Go ask your chick just how I’m mobbin’, she ain’t feelin’ you (shit)
She talk too much, I told her give this dick an interview (dick)
And she a project bitch so she ain’t got no manners
She know what the fuck she want so them hoes can’t stand her
She know I’m ballin’, I ain’t callin’, that’s your man’s job (hello?)
Hands free when she suck it, keep her hands off
She just a thot, I get the top and then I smash off
My chain and watch, they do the wop and that’s a dance off (what?)
Look we got pistols too (pistols) ’cause we got issues too (boom)
But she just fuck the stick, she know I’m comin’ through
Uh, hold a baby, ain’t no runnin’ plans
Chopper City on my way, you know just how I’m comin’

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)
Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (like me)
Tryna be just like me (like me)

Wiz Khalifa – Comment Creepin (feat. Chevy Woods & Kris Hollis)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)
Trynna’ be just like me (tryna be just like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (like me)
Tryna be just like me (like me)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(Oh, you just gon’ get on top of me like that?)
Hellcat, they keep askin’ what the hell is that
Green and black, rockin’ Gucci like I brought it back
Need a pack, put this KK in your bra strap
Always workin’, never sleep, no, I don’t relax
Niggas sayin’ Young Khalifa got the dope raps
Ain’t just started gettin’ dressed, I’m freshin’ on my throwbacks
I let her drive the new whip, I pull out the old scoop
They don’t even touch the paper ’cause they old news
Young nigga wanna be like me
Front but he don’t even like me
She all up on me like EyeSync
Watch in the color of lightnin’
I got hella paper
Said this goin’ down, she fucked me in the elevator

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)
Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (like me)
Tryna be just like me (like me)

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Go ask your chick just how I’m mobbin’, she ain’t feelin’ you (shit)
She talk too much, I told her give this dick an interview (dick)
And she a project bitch so she ain’t got no manners
She know what the fuck she want so them hoes can’t stand her
She know I’m ballin’, I ain’t callin’, that’s your man’s job (hello?)
Hands free when she suck it, keep her hands off
She just a thot, I get the top and then I smash off
My chain and watch, they do the wop and that’s a dance off (what?)
Look we got pistols too (pistols) ’cause we got issues too (boom)
But she just fuck the stick, she know I’m comin’ through
Uh, hold a baby, ain’t no runnin’ plans
Chopper City on my way, you know just how I’m comin’

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (they don’t make ’em like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)
Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
They don’t make ’em like me (like me)
Prolly watch me, like me (like me)
Tryna be just like me (like me)

Lil Boosie – No Drake On (Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christm Mixtape)

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I’ve been riding up and looking
When I find you lil pussy
I’ma slam you in (?)
I’ma grab you by the pussy
Shit I’m from Louisiana, we call it Chopper City
Me and my partner stop the city, welcome to Chopper City
Mink on, Draco
Keep that itty bitty boy in the back seat
Keep that itty bitty boy in the trap geeked
30 more in the clip on the back seat
I ride and I listen to Boosie
I turn up the bass, I rub on (?)
I’m ready for missions to do it
I’m doing it nigga
Didn’t want the automatic fire on your pussy ass
You know I’m bout to ride on your pussy ass
Head down when you see me
Can’t even look a nigga in the eye with your pussy ass

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
I’m a country nigga, run the city
Got a team of killers and they riding with me
Money thing gon’ bring envy
Can’t play fair cause these suckers iffy
I fill the cup up with Henny
Paranoid, ride with the semi
It ain’t no rest for the weary
With the tool I can see clearly
Bump all y’all (?)
Young niggas swipe a credit card
Real ones gon’ take the charge
Mouth closed stead of acting hard
Hate when niggas acting like a broad
In your eyes I can see the fraud
End up snitching on his whole squad
Real nigga, won’t spare (?)
I’m riding around with the banger
The police, they getting the finger
Full of that liquor and flavor
Waving that thing out the Wrangler
I don’t agree with no haters
Spectators are really debaters
I’m I’m into chasing the paper
Straight up, I don’t need a chaser
Riding around with a bankroll
Rest in peace my nigga Bankroll
Streets go when I say so
(?) with that Draco

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
Got the semi automatic rifle in the backseat
Three deep in the Cherokee
Street sweep three deep, where you gon’ run bitches?
You scared of me
Being a bitch, I will never be
I’m on that 2Pac feeling heavenly
I ride down the street with my weaponry
I ain’t in the mood for (?)
(?) I hope they don’t
Ride late night with your thug, how the thug life
(?) fucked up looking at the club lights
Riding with my nigga with my finger on the trigger
Let me fuck pussy nigga ain’t got no Draco
My lil nigga just got out the groovy
He jumped in and told ’em put Boo on
Went and got in my Chrome 25 and took ’em a ride through the school zone
Turnt up on that gangster shit
I’m in my zone, I’ve been getting bands
My niggas be turnt up on that gangster shit
Lotta lean and a lotta Xans
Nigga hanging out the window when it hit the fan
Nigga come and get the money, put it in the bag
Got a hundred round drum, bitch don’t run bitch
Free my cousin (?) and that nigga Chad

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on