Nobody Like Me ft. BBR Lyrics

Ain't nobody like the boy but ain't nobody doin' it like the boys

Some niggas make a lil' bit of noise Those are the niggas that I employ

All the lil' shit I enjoy cost me a lil' itty bit of cash

So excuse me if I wanna get a load of that

Come and get a load of this

broke nigga without a kid How the fuck you broke, lil' nigga

You ain't buyin' baby cribs You ain't even got a bitch

You just blow money at clubs You think raining Washingtons

is gonna get you a lil' hug?

Oh my god, oh my god What religion is BBR

I wanted to be Catholic but niggas makin' it really hard

Niggas rock jesus pieces while scammin' credit cards

They say don't fuck before marriage but that shit's really fuckin' hard

So yes, I'm in my own lane of beliefs but I got morals

Swimmin' like I'm in a reef and I'm surrounded by the corals

You like BBR, that bar's whack, but bitch, I'm way too drippy

And my shooter got a sticky finger covered in some skippy

And skip a nigga if you lackin' miss out on some free advice

Bands or bitches choose one, both don't make both of that shit your vice

I put chains on sticks and chop niggas It's easy to entice

Underground rappin' niggas don't even know their fuckin' price

Like how you sell your soul to companies that you don't even know

Labels come and try to punk a G, this 44 will blow

Shoot a label before I shoot a hater Bitch, don't come near me

I'm not doin' you an album for one pair of fuckin' earrings

Givin' me a fuckin' headache, I fuckin' hate the industry

Wanted to find friends, but I found nobody's and enemies

I'll tell you that shit sucks, strait up, bitch, fuck the sympathy

Lie about your shit, come on, that takes up too much energy

Go back to the drawing board, set up another meeting

The beat was tryna run away, bring a guy just for another beating

Why would I spend bands on a bitch when I know she gon' leave me

Why you at the landing strip? My G6 is already leavin

If you ain't in the party, need to skydive to fuckin' see me

Nigga in the top floor, champagne and linguine

You a safety hazard, so no invite, I won't fuckin' risk it

Foreign bitches with me, gotta brush up on my linguistics

Homer's gone, it's up to me to bart-choke this fuckin' idiot

Time is up, tick-tock, Glocky got a new ingredient

BBR got bitches gigglin', turnin' red like a watermelon

I'ma fuck your bitch, go to the living room, watch Cocomelon

I just want a song with Snoop Dogg and maybe K-Dot

She just wanna Birkin, I'm like, "come on, that's not even A-Lot

I could spend that shit today with bands I'm gonna make tomorrow

I could find a different bitch, but yours is cool, I'ma borrow

Drop dead like my dick, my clip is almost as long as that bitch

Home run with this dick and call Matt in, I set up a fat blitz

Ben and Jerry's wrist, Tom and Jerry, how I'm trappin

They like, how you carry this? The blick is longer than a casket

I'm like, why you paying this? You don't know that your plug is taxing

I'm like, why you saying this? You don't know that I am relaxing

Always bringing up bullshit, I don't need to know this

Ryan made this beat, but you niggas already know this

Nigga, we GOATed

Fuck, it's just us, bitch

Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn

Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn