[Intro: Takbar]
Aye O?
What the f** wrong with these n***as?
Everytime I turn around n***as got something to say about my motherf**ing n***a Omelly
Like he ain't been in these f**ing streets
Like he ain't been running around with that f**ing heat
Ya'll see my n***a everyday n***a tooled up and j**eled up
Lit up like a f**ing Christmas tree
I don't know what's up with these n***as
n***as ain't never been sweet
Street s**as for life n***a we do what we want
[Verse 1: Omelly]
Catch me in that blue six
Speedin like sonic n***a
My little n***as catch a rack
Don't say sh** about it n***a
Co-sign a n***a
Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' n***a
And I'm only stating facts
So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding n***a
Every n***a with me and they poppin' off toasters
Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us
Bars so fire n***a think Meek wrote this
That hatin' sh** I ain't got time for
I don't pop mollys I pop dime who*es
Got a bad model you would die for
Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords
This AP dancin' on my wrist
n***as mad, they ain't doin it like this
Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts
I hear you talkin' p**y, you ain't gon' do sh**
[Hook: Louie V Gutta]
My n***as be talking like they about that sh**
I got on all my j**els all my designer sh**
Boy this sh** what i do don't get beside yourself
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all
At all, at all, at all, at
[Verse 2: Louie V Gutta]
Said I do sh** different, said my new sh** different
Said my new whip different, different watch different b**hes
Say the way I'm livin, I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes I don't love hoes
I just f** the hoes that y'all lust
Y'all n***as talking like ya'll about that sh**
But y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts
I slide through there like yuck
Cause the money ain't a thing my n***a
sh** we blow it like dust
These hoes ain't f**in' with you
You on Instagram, you liked a million pictures
And she shot you down you still tryna get her
But I f**ed her once and done forgot her n***a damn
These Balenciaga, not Prada, n***a
It's Bel-Air in my bottle, n***a
All my n***as get a dollar
[Hook]