Insane ft. Pra* Lyrics

Aye we not the same

I chase for paper, the money, the fame

You chasin' bitches can't pull em you lame

Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game

You ain't from round here go back where you came

You think i'm lackin, better know I got aim

You hear me rappin, better know I got game

Uh, i'm insane

I get shirtless even in the cold

And my pistol don't got safety mode

You can die bout it, that's on the code

Ain't the same nigga i'm not like you

Don't compare nigga i'm not like who

Aye, web fluid gon blow like a flute

Why should I cap what the fuck you gon do?

Glock make him dance nigga like a disco

Can in my hands nigga like it's crisco

Protection man nigga like's it's sysco

Ain't have a chance nigga want some info

Drive-by you nigga fuck a pit stop

Make him make sounds put it on a tiktok

I'll give him will nigga like it's Chris Rock

I'm makin money now the nigga pissed off

Uh, okay (Woo)

Shootin' from Dallas feelin like a Maverick

Making him disappear like it's magic

He on my dick nigga he a hopper

He said he serious asking why i'm laughin'

Nigga you funny, you broke and i'm havin'

Why brodie mad i'm makin' money stackin

I ain't no drop-down pussy we static

Aye we not the same

I chase for paper, the money, the uh

I chase for paper, the money, the fame

Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game

You ain't from round here go back where you came

You think i'm lackin, better know I got aim

You hear me rappin, better know I got game

Uh, i'm insane

Yea, i'm insane

Yo bitch a thot and she givin' me brain

I'm hot you not nigga we not the same

Uh, okay

Yeah, okay

Huh, okay

Uh, uh, uh fuck it

Huh, I got a brand new I got a brand new glock all my bullets fitted

Imma just pass her around, hit it one time call my name when you finished

You know that Prada insane

Imma just bust up his brain

Hit it one time yeah lil' nigga can't tame

Hahahaha we not the same

Walk in that bitch got the bank and a fitted, nigga be talkin' i'm turning it up

Got a new bitch, she a bad Puerto Rican I hit one time and i'm passin' her up

Niggas be talking that Rara shit, imma blow his ass down cause I don't give a fuck

Bitches be talking that blah-blah shit imma block her phone cause I don't give a fuck

Huh, huh, we not the same huh

I'm smoking paint huh

I just be giving out pain huh

Imma just bust up his brain huh

We not the same huh

These niggas be lame huh

Bitch I just bought a new pistol, I up it one time and I'm fucking his face up

Okay

Imma just bust up his brain

My nigga we not the same

Not the same

Huh

My nigga we not the same

Imma just bust up his brain

Aye we not the same

I chase for paper, the money, the fame

You chasin' bitches can't pull em you lame

Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game

You ain't from round here go back where you came

You think i'm lackin, better know I got aim

You hear me rappin, better know I got game