Pop Smoke – Like Me (feat. PnB Rock) Lyrics

Like Me

Pop Smoke (feat. PnB Rock)

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"Like Me." - Pop Smoke (feat. PnB Rock)

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 08:04 am

Album: Meet The Woo 2 (Deluxe)

Track No: 16

You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She feelin' me, she say, "You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire"

Look, I'm like what's cracking, she like, "Pop, I got a man"
I'm like, "Damn, how you know me?", say she got me on the 'Gram
I say, "Look, I understand, but baby, I'm the fan
'Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land"
She say, "What's that on your face?", and I say, "It's a cold world"
Way you biting your lips though got me like, "Oh, girl"
Get money and stay aggressive, baby it's your world
Martin talking to Gina, baby, you go, girl

Who you with? I'm with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and the killers who I hang with
Yeah, I taste good, ain't no onions on my sandwich
I'm 823 and everybody know I'm sanctioned
Why? 'Cause if I shoot, I'ma shoot that, woo and I'ma woo back
Yeah, I'm from the Floss, you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ear

She like, "Send me a text"
At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed
Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge
Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head
What's next? Look
Let me fuck you, let me suck you, let me eat you, let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to
If you ain't know I had the power, let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu

You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She said, "Boy you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire"
You ain't never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I'm looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire"

I'ma call you every day at 12 o' clock, "How you doin'?" like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I'ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louboutin and Giuseppes, all I do is chase fetti
Know I ride with that semi, so let me know when you ready
I'ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collecting funds
Grabbing on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist
Baby, you could bring a friend, that's when the party begin

All them tigers on my collar, ain't always just been Gucci
Riding past your block, bumping YFN Lucci
You saying talking is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I make this song so you can add it to your music
I'm top tier, yeah, I ain't never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx, I'ma always keep you Fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishing gear
Put me on any block, you know I'ma get it there

You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She said, "Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire"
You ain't never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I'm looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say, "Boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire"

You fire, yeah, yeah
You fire, ooh, ooh

Writer(s): Pop Smoke, PnB Rock, OthelloBeats, Rōnin (Brooklyn), Deverano, Jake Burdick.

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