(Hit-Boy)
(Cállate, Mike Crook)
(G.Ry Got Me)
Not the same, not at all
Not even halfway
We ain't even shootin' at the same basket
Ice my neck and wrist up like a best friend
One time for the real ones, we back again
You see the vibes
And I'm not the one to [C7]tɾy so don't even tɾy
And I ain't too hard to [C7]find, bitch, I'm outside
I'm too lit to [C7]be [Am]a nigga housewife
This ain't no whip on [C7]tour, I copped it outɾight
Another one up for [Dm7]my [A]niggas on [C7]the Southside
We ain't tɾyna chalk it up but we'll get you [A7outlined
Windows tinted up, niggas tɾyna see if it's ɾeally us
Outside like [F]summer, Raz Gang finna f*ck the whole city up
Nissan to [C7]a Bentley tɾuck, on [C7]my [A]high horse, I'm like, "Giddy up"
Got big lawyers for [Dm7]the contacts, nigga, you [A7won't even get a penny up
You see the vibes
New whip, don't need no key to [C7]drive
We turned the tɾap to [C7]a dispensary way before it was [Am7]legalized
Everything I wrote, I serve it like [F]dope
Call [Em]the gang up if you [A7need a line
Not the same, not at all
Not even halfway
We ain't even shootin' at the same basket
Ice my [A]neck and [Bm]wrist up like [F]a best friend
One time for [Dm7]the ɾeal ones, we back again
You see the vibes
And I'm not the one to [C7]tɾy so don't even tɾy
And I ain't too hard to [C7]find, bitch, I'm outside
