Key! - NothinLikeUs lyrics

[Produced By Ducko Mcfli] [Verse 1 – Curtis Williams] Look, I said Been banked up, got a check in my pocket That’s how a n***a came in And the sh** so big, can’t fit in no wallet That’s how a n***a came in Booked so many shows that the money won’t fold I just need me a straight shot of gin Your b**h want to kick it, she like how I’m living I promise that we was just friends All these damn d**, Imma do em Ask about the money that I made, I ran through it The way a young n***a talking, might sue him Mama say chill, what the f** I been doing sh** chilling, just living Looking at cars, motherf**er big spending Taking all these young n***a women Tell she been sniffing cause her nose still dripping Off a few tabs so I’m tripping Blunt after blunt to the face till I’m lifted Screaming Two-9 till I’m finished n***a Two-9 till I’m, ahh [Hook- Curtis Williams] Say you smoking weed my n***a, ain’t hitting no weed like us Say you getting money my n***a, ain’t touching no money like us Say you like d** my n***a, ain’t none of y’all high like us You don’t flex with your n***as, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us You don’t flex with your n***as, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us Nothing like us, nothing like us You don’t flex with your n***as, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us Nothing like us, nothing like us [Verse 2 – Key!] I don’t think a n***a want to be high like this So addicted to the life, Imma die like this Your b**h my b**h, it don’t even make sense Your b**h stop worrying bout a b**h, make sense I smoke in peace, they so antagonizing They say they live life, but I know they lying Ok, everything fine with me b**h look good, but she fine with me Motherf**er swearing n***as that they ride for me Motherf**er can’t pull up on side of me We can’t even pull up at the motherf**ing bank, overseas money n***a it ain’t nothing, that mama need money n***as talking money, but the sh**’s so funny n***as talking money, but the sh**’s so funny If your bank don’t fold you can f** every ho But not like us, I can f** her out the dust Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust Me and Curt still chilling and they still ain’t up n***a shut the b**h down, we gon turn the b**h up Everybody want to rap, but they still not us Everybody want to rap, but they still not us [Hook] [Verse 3 – Danny Seth] I be k**ing everything I see and I ain’t even f**ing start, boup boup Rapping on the track, Curt and Key! But my whip is push to start All I see is red on the track, it’s everything, look like a target Im running with your b**h boy, have her legs split like aparted Everybody want me on the cover and I’m sonnin' all these rappers I could swear I be their mother Then I serve em like a butler Hova, I’m a, I’m a hustler Smoke it in the paper like a rasta Swear they know my name from the UK to out in Russia Pop a lot of bands that’s why my hands are marked with rubber Smoking on some green, I caught control, I call it flubber Boy, f** do you think that this is Word to my brother Collard, we the sh** No Kardashian, we popping off Cris Check out the Rollie, no time for this sh** f** boy, Danny Seth’s who I f**ing be And I ain’t f**ing her unless I’m seeing her ID We ain’t even got to ask about the f**ing team Curt Williams, Danny Seth, and the Key! [Hook]