Same Shit

Leveled up on my old homies yall still on the same shit

Hop in a coupe push back the roof now this shit brainless

Rocking designer I couldn't afford before I still can't even name it

When you get it on your own you ain't never gotta explain shit

Don't know what they on but they know we ain't going for nothing

I can make a signal in this bitch they blow it like a trumpet

Bro said tell the plug he getting money he ain't ever gotta front it

She told me she on demon time I told her back it up and dump it

They say its smoke then drop the lo on sight we applying pressure

We catch him and cut his legs off we all know he not a stepper

She know I ain't God but she begging me to bless her