[Intro]

Ayy, Ewell

(Ayy, they know when we get together, Ewell, it's some trouble, man, haha)

I don't want no autotune

Fuck all that shit

(It's like when you record me and I rap on your mic, that's a problem for the streets)

Gang-gang

(Woah, woah)

[Chorus]

Look, never see me with the same bitch 'cause I got different hoes

You never see me with the same gun 'cause I got different poles

Yesterday, I had all fifties, this a different 'roll

Never sound the same on every track 'cause I got different flows

Niggas shot your homie and you cryin', what you bitchin' for? (What ya bitchin' for?)

Niggas tellin' lies 'bout they slidin', but you didn't, though

Niggas put their trust in all these bitches; we be trickin', though

Never expected you to be like me, I got a different soul

[Verse 1]

Eurgh (Eurgh), I'm too different, bro (I'm too different, bro)

Like you tryna use somebody else phone (Hold on), you need a different code (Different code)

I-I got different hoes (I got different hoes)

Fucked that bitch at auntie crib, she thought it was unc', but that's a different flow

I-I-I-I ain't gon' mention, though (I ain't gon' mention, though)

Yesterday, I had the Glock on me, I got that Smith and, though (I got that motherfuckin' Smith and)

I'm too different, woah (I'm too motherfuckin' different)

You be chasin' bitches, I chase 'rolls, we got different goals (Boy, you motherfuckin' trippin', Money)

[Chorus]

Look, never see me with the same bitch 'cause I got different hoes

You never see me with the same gun 'cause I got different poles

Yesterday, I had all fifties, this a different 'roll

Never sound the same on every track 'cause I got different flows

Niggas shot your homie and you cryin', what you bitchin' for? (What ya bitchin' for?)

Niggas tellin' lies 'bout they slidin', but you didn't, though

Niggas put their trust in all these bitches; we be trickin', though

Never expected you to be like me, I got a different soul

[Verse 2]

You like goofy hoes (You like goofy hoes)

Bet I can make that bitch give me some head, I up this dookie 'roll (I up this dookie 'roll)

Tr-Tr-Tryna rob me, that's a stupid goal (Try to rob me, you stupid motherfucker)

Bullets in the chopper look like Tootsie Roll (I'll shoot a motherfucker)

They don't get it, though (They don't get it)

Niggas talk that street shit, they not with it, though (They not with it, for real)

Opp-Opposition (Opp), we'll finish those (We'll kill 'em)

Bullets in the shotgun look like penny rolls (Brrt, 'rrah)

(Money)

[Chorus]

Look, never see me with the same bitch 'cause I got different hoes

You never see me with the same gun 'cause I got different poles

Yesterday, I had all fifties, this a different 'roll

Never sound the same on every track 'cause I got different flows

Niggas shot your homie and you cryin', what you bitchin' for? (What ya bitchin' for?)

Niggas tellin' lies 'bout they slidin', but you didn't, though

Niggas put their trust in all these bitches; we be trickin', though

Never expected you to be like me, I got a different soul