BUTTERMILK JESUS - DON'T DO ME LIKE THAT! Lyrics

(Ha ha)
It's like the

Yeah, it's like the money and drugs ain't enough (Yeah)
Try to let go of my pride but it stuck (Whoa)
Always come through for my fans in a clutch (Facts)
This all for you, I'm working like a slut (Uh)
I feel like-
More like Giannis
Spit that shit pretty, [?]
Lames and bums get the shakes when I'm rhymin'
Police lurking on my page when I sign it
Nigga stop bitchin', you always cryin'
Simple ass niggas need simple ass rhymin' (Facts)
I came from nothin' if they came out while I did none of y'all bitches would step out the house
Think we don't notice (Uh), all of these lyin' ass niggas rewritin' my history for clout
You bitches hopeless
Ain't no respect for my space so I bought an FM for the house (Uh)
And I made Heroes so it's ironic 'cause wasn't no heroes around in my house
The f*ck is you talkin' about
Feel like Unc when I'm walking it out (Come on)
[?] don't hit the same
Been talkin' about what they talkin' about
For real (Baby, uh)

Don't do me baby
All these bullets go through me, baby
Those shots get hit right back (Come on)
Baby girl, don't do me like that
It's so funny they switch up they past
It's so sad how they switch for a bag
Man, that switch got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast (Brrr, brrr)
Don't do me baby
All these bullets go through me, baby (Let's go!)
Those shots get hit right back
Bitch nigga don't do me like that (For real)

This ain't unwanted, it's pain and it's prophecy
Wake you like Folgiers, we up (We up)
Everyday gotta move cautious (Cautious)
Or else ya get wrapped up like hush
Baby, it's up (Up)
And there ain't coming back down from it I know it (Yeah)
Stepping outside I gotta let my bitch hold it
'Cause you know pigs love pullin' me over
I feel like Pac, death 'round the corner
Autopsy fresh, better pose for the coroner
Real niggas knowin' no life in these beats
I get a strap every week I'm a hoarder (Facts)
How you wan' be on trending when you talk shit (Hmm?)
Watch 'em lie and try say Peggy missed
Lil' boy (Lil' boy)
Lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
I'ma laugh at you when you go rip (Yeah, for real)
People judge me on a different scale, I don't get no benefit of doubt
Boy, I ain't holdin' my tongue for no man
I got that Kimber at the back of my mouth
Shaky as f*ck, is this what you 'bout
Is this what you want?
I don't make a sound
If we got beef then we beefin' 'til death
Bet you think twice 'fore you mention me now (Ha, ha)

I own you nigga!
That's mine!

Don't do me baby
All these bullets go through me, baby
Those shots get hit right back
Baby girl, don't do me like that
It's so funny they switch up they past
It's so sad how they switch for a bag
Man, that switch got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast
Don't do me baby
All these bullets go through me, baby
Those shots get hit right back
Bitch nigga don't do me like that (For real)

If you think you gon' come to me, and beat me up, Then cool
You beat me up, but I'll come back at you, and I'll Get you the way I know how to get people
I beat yo ass, whether I gotta sneak you
Like I've done before
Or whether I got to come at you like how you think is a man
Whatever, I'll get you