Like That
T.I. · Other Songs - T.I.
[Hook]
They want that young n*gga dumb, who you with, where you from sh*t
That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk sh*t
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They want that
They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent
Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap n*gga sh*t
(Hey!) Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
[Verse 1]
They want banana clipping, chicken flipping, pistol gripping roll out
Music do that sh*t so good cause that's the sh*t I know 'bout
Money over everybody, trapping when it cold out
Give me mine grind then go shine til I'm sold out
Keep a K and some yay, no hesitation I'll spray whoever in a n*gga way
Os of the haze only thing a n*gga blaze
Gang bangers and J's in projects where a n*gga stay
In my baby mama Section-8 apartment
Okay now everybody know me b*tch I'm hot
If you want it, ho I got it, you can f*ck with me or not
Still riding 24's, pockets full of cheddar now
If you trapping I'll be out soon as I handle my B.I
I'm trying to dodge the FBI who knew one day I'd be T.I
Chevy sitting real high, same clothes still fly
That's the sh*t them young n*ggas out there wanna hear about
[Hook]
They want that young n*gga dumb, who you with, where you from sh*t
That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk sh*t
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They want that
They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent
Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap n*gga sh*t
(Hey!) Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
[Verse 2]
Gangster walking, see me approach with caution
Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hanging off it
F*ck them n*ggas who be talking, they can get it if they want it
Still hanging on the corner, slanging crack and marijuana
Still the man in my trap
Disappeared from the feds, they ran in my trap
Took a half-key, hundred grand, and my strap
Only thing I got now the 9 in my lap
Bet I double, triple it whip it get it to selling
Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to telling
Magician with it Magellan, already a felon
Ain't even fired up the dro and they already can smell it
Wee hours of the morn I'ma hustle till it's all gone
N*gga better recognize my grind
Bank roll over all never mind my shine
If you banging let me see your gang sign one time
[Hook]
[Bridge]
N*gga know I spent my whole life in that sh*t
And still riding with me cause they like that sh*t
Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
Spit it how I used to live it I ain't writing that sh*t
Like I'm right in that sh*t, that's why they like that sh*t
(Hey!) Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
[Hook]
They want that young n*gga dumb, who you with, where you from sh*t
That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk sh*t
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They want that
They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent
Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap n*gga sh*t
(Hey!) Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
[Verse 1]
They want banana clipping, chicken flipping, pistol gripping roll out
Music do that sh*t so good cause that's the sh*t I know 'bout
Money over everybody, trapping when it cold out
Give me mine grind then go shine til I'm sold out
Keep a K and some yay, no hesitation I'll spray whoever in a n*gga way
Os of the haze only thing a n*gga blaze
Gang bangers and J's in projects where a n*gga stay
In my baby mama Section-8 apartment
Okay now everybody know me b*tch I'm hot
If you want it, ho I got it, you can f*ck with me or not
Still riding 24's, pockets full of cheddar now
If you trapping I'll be out soon as I handle my B.I
I'm trying to dodge the FBI who knew one day I'd be T.I
Chevy sitting real high, same clothes still fly
That's the sh*t them young n*ggas out there wanna hear about
[Hook]
They want that young n*gga dumb, who you with, where you from sh*t
That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk sh*t
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) They want that
They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent
Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap n*gga sh*t
(Hey!) Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
[Verse 2]
Gangster walking, see me approach with caution
Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hanging off it
F*ck them n*ggas who be talking, they can get it if they want it
Still hanging on the corner, slanging crack and marijuana
Still the man in my trap
Disappeared from the feds, they ran in my trap
Took a half-key, hundred grand, and my strap
Only thing I got now the 9 in my lap
Bet I double, triple it whip it get it to selling
Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to telling
Magician with it Magellan, already a felon
Ain't even fired up the dro and they already can smell it
Wee hours of the morn I'ma hustle till it's all gone
N*gga better recognize my grind
Bank roll over all never mind my shine
If you banging let me see your gang sign one time
[Hook]
[Bridge]
N*gga know I spent my whole life in that sh*t
And still riding with me cause they like that sh*t
Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
Spit it how I used to live it I ain't writing that sh*t
Like I'm right in that sh*t, that's why they like that sh*t
(Hey!) Yeah they like that
(Hey!) They on that
(Hey!) They like that
(Hey!) Yeah they want that
[Hook]