Not The Same Lyrics

I got a dame on my phone and it's raining She got me hot, I'm tired of waiting

I got a dame on my phone and it's raining She got me hot, I'm tired of waiting

Have you ever made love to a real nigga

Politic with all the gang bangin' drunk niggas

Poppin' all the X pill and the painkillers

Dealin' with this bullshit'll make you go insane, nigga

Niggas in our chains, blood I quit fuckin' with lame, nigga

Feel the stack up like I'm hoppin' on the plane, girl

Had her down, bitch, but she fuckin' with the same

Now I'm fuckin' with her best friend, shit, mother blamed, nigga

I ain't got love for these hoes, I'm the same, nigga

Still gettin' money out the bitch, I'm a gold dig

Niggas still speakin' on my name like a old nigga

Keep this motherfuckin' burner on my lap, I'm a cold nigga

Better off hangin' with them niggas who don't like us

Remind me of them ho-ass niggas who don't like us

Nowadays you gotta watch who you trust, yeah

Nowadays you gotta watch who you fuck with

Throwin' my phone with this bullshit

She got me high, don't try to hit me with no bullshit

Crevatoid, in me we mean today

Vents system on break up over, girl, I got the 4G

Throwin' my phone with this bullshit

She got me high, don't try to hit me with no bullshit

Crevatoid, in me we mean today

Vents system on break up over, girl, I got the 4G

Assosciate these with em', niggas don't fuckin' check, niggas

Ain't worry about you wear about, I'm busy getting picked, niggas

Still on my grind to this motherfuckin' day, nigga

Knock me off my hustle, everything I do is great, nigga

Move around this weight like I'm tryna get in shape, nigga

Wake your game up like you went to bed late, nigga

Get you when you down, but when you up, they celebrate

She ain't talkin' bout no money, then I tell her bus dates

In and out of traffic like I'm runnin' a little late

The only way I campaign is when I'm runnin' from the state

Remember hittin' highways just to take it outta state

Now we hittin' airports just to fly outta state

Bein' in the field like I'm tryna catch a flight

Bitch, I'm sittin' at the round table, gettin' served up

Yo, bitch, drop the back off like she door-dashed to that

Yo, bitch, drop the back off like she door-dashed to that

I ain't got a homie on my phone when it's bullshit

She got a hot, don't try to hit me with no bullshit

Got a lot of ties, got that breezy, got the groove, baby

Vents system on break up over, girl, I got the 4G

I ain't got a homie on my phone when it's bullshit

She got a hot, don't try to hit me with no bullshit

Got a lot of ties, got that breezy, got the groove, baby

Vents system on break up over, girl, I got the 4G