The Confect - Like Dat lyrics

[Verse 1: Jordy] Way, way on a madting Come lay on my mattress Dem boy, they ain't acting Vibbar's a free cash ting You flow, they go "maybe" I flow, they go crazy Light skin, that's my baby Surfboard, 'cause I'm wavy [Verse 2: Jordy] I don't do clubs, I'm a diva I don't do [?] like [?] And they're all searching for Vibbar We just be [?] the speaker I just be rollin' with mandem You know they holding the magnum She say she love me, she love me I got [?] in Camden [Hook: Jordy] Mmm, like that, like that Man can't rap cuh' you're white like that Mandem don't play your trap like that Gal ain't in your WhatsApp like that Why? you ain't got the juice like that Bet you couldn't ever make moves like that Make a youtube and get views like that You don't do Ps and Qs like that [Verse 3: Skitz] I been on the wave tellin' man surfs up V-I double, yeah, you heard us Cloud nine whenever I burn one Got a head full of raps like a turban Let it all out, press record Oh they wanna know me now? not before Cuh' we're blowin' up fast like C4 like I just hit it with Kacy and Jojo I could run jokes like Kojo Runnin' fly kicks like dojos Flow so solid, let me rap this p**y but I never been catfished Never been whipped like a [?] But I stand out like batches [Hook: Jordy] Mmm, like that, like that Man can't rap cuh' you're white like that Mandem don't play your trap like that Gal ain't in your WhatsApp like that Why? you ain't got the juice like that Bet you couldn't ever make moves like that Make a youtube and get views like that You don't do Ps and Qs like that [Verse 4: JME] Fam, it feels like I'm never gonna be rich 'cause I pay tax I'm never gonna be rich 'cause I pay VAT I'm never gonna do this 'cause I do that But I was there with Skeppy chillin' in the flats Dem times there, man had the Mad Catz I'm player one and he had the Mad Catz The one with the turbo bu*ton on the back The one with the turbo bu*ton on the side Now I got that turbo bu*ton in my ride Hold your breath when you see the bu*ton slide Ludacris mode, yeah I leave you at the lights Then I fall back and I let the car drive I roll on my own or you see me with the wife Get rude to the wife then you're playin' with your life Ain't gotta tell a man twice