NothinLikeUs

[Produced By Ducko Mcfli] [Verse 1 – Curtis Williams] Look, I said Been banked up, got a check in my pocket That’s how a nigga came in And the shit so big, can’t fit in no wallet That’s how a nigga came in Booked so many shows that the money won’t fold I just need me a straight shot of gin Your bitch want to kick it, she like how I’m living I promise that we was just friends All these damn drugs, Imma do em Ask about the money that I made, I ran through it The way a young nigga talking, might sue him Mama say chill, what the fuck I been doing Shit chilling, just living Looking at cars, motherfucker big spending Taking all these young nigga women Tell she been sniffing cause her nose still dripping Off a few tabs so I’m tripping Blunt after blunt to the face till I’m lifted Screaming Two-9 till I’m finished Nigga Two-9 till I’m, ahh [Hook- Curtis Williams] Say you smoking weed my nigga, ain’t hitting no weed like us Say you getting money my nigga, ain’t touching no money like us Say you like drugs my nigga, ain’t none of y’all high like us You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us Nothing like us, nothing like us You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us Nothing like us, nothing like us [Verse 2 – Key!] I don’t think a nigga want to be high like this So addicted to the life, Imma die like this Your bitch my bitch, it don’t even make sense Your bitch stop worrying bout a bitch, make sense I smoke in peace, they so antagonizing They say they live life, but I know they lying Ok, everything fine with me Bitch look good, but she fine with me Motherfucker swearing niggas that they ride for me Motherfucker can’t pull up on side of me We can’t even pull up at the motherfucking bank, overseas money Nigga it ain’t nothing, that mama need money Niggas talking money, but the shit’s so funny Niggas talking money, but the shit’s so funny If your bank don’t fold you can fuck every ho But not like us, I can fuck her out the dust Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust Me and Curt still chilling and they still ain’t up Nigga shut the bitch down, we gon turn the bitch up Everybody want to rap, but they still not us Everybody want to rap, but they still not us [Hook] [Verse 3 – Danny Seth] I be killing everything I see and I ain’t even fucking start, boup boup Rapping on the track, Curt and Key! But my whip is push to start All I see is red on the track, it’s everything, look like a target Im running with your bitch boy, have her legs split like aparted Everybody want me on the cover and I’m sonnin' all these rappers I could swear I be their mother Then I serve em like a butler Hova, I’m a, I’m a hustler Smoke it in the paper like a rasta Swear they know my name from the UK to out in Russia Pop a lot of bands that’s why my hands are marked with rubber Smoking on some green, I caught control, I call it flubber Boy, fuck do you think that this is Word to my brother Collard, we the shit No Kardashian, we popping off Cris Check out the Rollie, no time for this shit Fuck boy, Danny Seth’s who I fucking be And I ain’t fucking her unless I’m seeing her ID We ain’t even got to ask about the fucking team Curt Williams, Danny Seth, and the Key! [Hook]