[Intro: Takbar]

Aye O?

What the fuck wrong with these niggas?

Every time I turn around niggas got something to say about my motherfucking nigga Omelly

Like he ain't been in these fucking streets

Like he ain't been running around with that fucking heat

Ya'll see my nigga everyday nigga tooled up and jeweled up

Lit up like a fucking Christmas tree

I don't know what's up with these niggas

Niggas ain't never been sweet

Street suckas for life nigga we do what we want

[Verse 1: Omelly]

Catch me in that blue six

Speedin like Sonic nigga

My little niggas catch a rack

Don't say shit about it nigga

Co-sign a nigga

Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' nigga

And I'm only stating facts

So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding nigga

Every nigga with me and they poppin' off toasters

Catch us everywhere, hoppin' out of them ghosts

Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us

Bars so fire nigga think Meek wrote this

That hatin' shit I ain't got time for

I don't pop molly, I pop dime whores

Got a bad model you would die for

Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords

This AP dancin' on my wrist

Niggas mad, they ain't doin' it like this

Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts

I hear you talkin' pussy, you ain't gon' do shit

[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]

My niggas be talking like they about that shit

I got on all my jewels all my designer shit

Boy this shit what I do, don't get beside yourself

And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all

At all, at all, at all, at

[Verse 2: Louie V Gutta]

Said I do shit different, said my new shit different

Said my new whip different, different watch different bitches

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 fuck the hoes that y'all lust

Y'all niggas talking like ya'll about that shit

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 nigga

Shit we blow it like dust

These hoes ain’t fucking with you

You on Instagram, you like a million pictures

Then she shot you down, you still trying to get her

But I fucked her once, and done forgot it nigga, damn

These Balenciaga, not Prada, nigga

And it’s Bel-Air on my bottom, nigga

All my niggas get a dollar

[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]

My niggas be talking like they about that shit

I got on all my jewels all my designer shit

Boy this shit what I do, don't get beside yourself

And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same

My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all

At all, at all, at all, at