We Ain't The Same

[Intro: Takbar] Aye O? What the fuck wrong with these niggas? Everytime I turn around niggas got something to say about my motherfucking nigga Omelly Like he ain't been in these fucking streets Like he ain't been running around with that fucking heat Ya'll see my nigga everyday nigga tooled up and jeweled up Lit up like a fucking Christmas tree I don't know what's up with these niggas Niggas ain't never been sweet Street suckas for life nigga we do what we want [Verse 1: Omelly] Catch me in that blue six Speedin like sonic nigga My little niggas catch a rack Don't say shit about it nigga Co-sign a nigga Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' nigga And I'm only stating facts So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding nigga Every nigga with me and they poppin' off toasters Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us Bars so fire nigga think Meek wrote this That hatin' shit I ain't got time for I don't pop mollys I pop dime whores Got a bad model you would die for Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords This AP dancin' on my wrist Niggas mad, they ain't doin it like this Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts I hear you talkin' pussy, you ain't gon' do shit [Hook: Louie V Gutta] My niggas be talking like they about that shit I got on all my jewels all my designer shit Boy this shit what i do don't get beside yourself And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all At all, at all, at all, at [Verse 2: Louie V Gutta] Said I do shit different, said my new shit different Said my new whip different, different watch different bitches Say the way I'm livin, I do it a little different And my money just different, everything different Said I don't trust hoes I don't love hoes I just fuck the hoes that y'all lust Y'all niggas talking like ya'll about that shit But y'all know y'all don't do it like us Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts I slide through there like yuck Cause the money ain't a thing my nigga Shit we blow it like dust These hoes ain't fuckin' with you You on Instagram, you liked a million pictures And she shot you down you still tryna get her But I fucked her once and done forgot her nigga damn These Balenciaga, not Prada, nigga It’s Bel-Air in my bottle, nigga All my niggas get a dollar [Hook]