Won't Be the Same Lyrics

Swerving lanes up in the whip we riding deep with shooters

Talk down on the gang then we gonna pull up we go. hit you right in your medulla

His old oops couldn't aim so he made it alive in his mind he thinking hallelujah

But it won't be the same if he beefing with us we ain't gonna miss shit if we shoot ya

Took a flight out the country cuz I got the money now I'm out here kicking it in Cuba

Got ya bitch at my room she be moving her hips think she's tryna show me how to hula

You already know me I'm the king of this shit

They already calling me the ruler

So you better back down if you tryna start shit cuz we stay ready with hella Rugers

It's so wild

Thought my family hated now I'm the soul child

Your girlfriend got a look at me broke her neck then she smiled

Cuz She fucking with the drip on me she fucking with my style

I'm already going crazy ain't been doin this a while

You be inching towards success I be getting there by the mile

Got shorty flowing like a river might as well call her the Nile

And anytime I drop somebody add a body to the pile

Swerving lanes up in the whip we riding deep with shooters

Talk down on the gang then we going to pull and hit you right in your medulla

His old oops couldn't aim so he made it alive in his mind he thinking hallelujah

But it won't be the same if he beefing with us we ain't gonna miss shit if we shoot ya

As soon as I blow up as soon as I pop off that when y'all wanna come back around

You thinking you a big dog like you run the rap game lil bro you lookin like a clown

Brought ole girl to the studio to hear some new shit she said that she fuck with my sound

You see me on the front line like I'm the bloodline while you standing in the background

Yea

Yk what's going on

Bitch I'm like dababy she like to smell my cologne

As soon as I pop off these motherfucker won't leave me 'lone

They steady tryna hit me up they always blowing up my phone

If you coming at me sideways imma have to get the chrome

Fuck around and send some bullets through ya motherfucking dome

Then gotta pull up to ya crib and send more bullets through ya home

Because you wanted to be tuff and not leave me the fuck alone

Come on man why you do that to yourself

Now you can't make no more money that shit bad for your wealth

No longer breathing oxygen that bad for your health

Steady Smoking hella gas but only from the highest shelf

These motherfuckers wanna be me

My momma gonna be proud when she sees me on her tv

Your music is so bad it had the room smelling like feces

She said she want some clout I told her that she had to please me

Y'all trying to hard this shit easy

Nobody else believes

That I can be next up until I flow then they agree

Imma be real with y'all nobody fucking with me

Smoking so much green imma turn myself to a tree

You know it's not my fault that yo girl belong to the streets

She wanted to come over and start sucking on my meat

That bitch ate that shit like it's candy I told that bitch trick or treat like