
Not Like Us (D-Mix) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Fuck you mean hide the Bible god gone see it anyway ima rock out
I'm the type to tell god he got knocked out
In Name of the Holy Spirit get knocked down It's 2 on my line im tellin one of em not now I been trippin out cause I ain't never fit in wit my crowd These niggas crashouts and they all fake hostile
They jealous of my lane and now they claimin it's hots now
It's coo I walk around wit a Glock now
Ain't gotta use it but once in a while let it pop out Get good wit it just incase they run up in my house
Ar-15 paisa dance he get knocked down
If I ain't got it ima Russia nigga like Moscow
Sike its wit me bitch I got some shit clear the block out
Boom, Grrrraaaaa (Bow)
That's the chop
I ain't finna hide my hand Ima throw more than a rock
Bitch I put that on my grave I could never sign I dont ever wanna be a slave
I aint finna get raped for no muhfuckin chain
Aint finna suck no dick for a way up in the game
They love sayin dirty sprite but I love coming cola cleaner
The way I kill the beat producers should send a subpoena I ain't Cole I woulda swung back Wimbledon Serena
But he was being mindful shit I know what he was thinkin huh
This school shit weighing down
Tryna finish this shit register playing round
Keep on playin Morris brown ima come and gun it down
I'm tryna get my shit straight before I bring my son around
Already got a dog he got a lil brother now so now I gotta bite down it ain't no time to fuck around
Clear communication woulda helped a brotha out but it's like niggas can't talk in the muhfuckin south
Fuck
Spin mode I'm tryna flip sum
Great aim tryna hit my mark like ima win something
At the Telly strictly tryna hit sum no McLovin
Gah damn These niggas finna make me lose my shit cousin
Everybody hit the house this the purge if I catch you outside I'm putting brains on the curb take yo heart up out yo chest and hand feed it to a bird
I'm disturbed I would give cola some space that's my word nigga
I heard you niggas do the shits that husbands do
Buy the bitch a bag just to fuck but she not loving you if you was broke you'd be getting decline she'd be dubbin you but now you buy her shit and when she leave she call a substitute
Wassup witchu thought you was big P
Cause I was fuckin her you on the way to come and get me?
Do you believe this? Not for real nigga Ripley
Nigga sellin dime bags and thinkin that he big meech
Real shit somebody tell em that I'm ready to rock
D-Cola finna press a line whether you ready or not
Nigga said the right word and tried to tell me to stop its heavy and hot I'm goin macaveli and pac
This game mine nigga!
What I'm clutchin I can shoot from deep, Dame time nigga
Ntfv ima forever bang mine nigga
Put infinity up in the air and give it hang time nigga
U ain't really had to rap in a while back in the city I see fake shit is back up in style
Rookie player ass niggas type smacked wit a towel
Shittin on niggas guess I got spectacular bowels
Damn