Different Category lyrics
by Trippie Redd
[Intro]
(Why's it like this every time the prettiest girl with the ugliest smile)
(I'm in a different category)
(I'm in a different category)
(I'm in a different category)
(NEILAWORLD)
[Hook]
Yeah
Ballin' on these b*tches, yeah
Ballin' on these n*ggas, huh
Ballin' on these b*tches, yeah
Ballin' on these n*ggas, huh
Swear I ain't falling for these b*tches
I ain't put my all in none of these b*tches
f*ck hoes, get money, that's the mission
Move that dough, I got a vision
I got a drac' with kick and extension
n*gga talk down, then you end up missing
I'm the big ol' B, boy better be busy
And I keep that fire boy don't go missing
Talkin out your head boy that was senseless
You ain't got no homies n*gga you was defenseless
And I ball like a Laker, boy you is a Piston
Different category n*gga, I'm different
[Verse]
Can't say that n*gga name, that might get him wings
I been f*ckin' yo hoe we might make a baby
Sipping on wock, like I'm codeine crazy
Might hit a bop on the way to the hood
Everything OK, lil n*gga it's good
Gotta understand I got it out the mud
Now I'm wakin' up, neck flood
n*gga two times, everybody know I'm too slime
n*gga turn food, call him Popeyes, lil' homie turn him into hot fries (ya dig yeah, ya dig)
24/7 I'm clutchin' that weapon ill send you to heaven ya dig?
I'm off the medicine feeling real heaven-sent
Came a long way from the Glock and the letterman
Came a long way from the block how they dead a man
Keep me a mop, I shot at your headband
You ain't worth sh*t, you worth some sand man
I'm with your b*tch, she came from San Fran
Hop in that Jag' they call me the band man
I'm in all black, opposite of the Klan, man
[Hook]
Yeah
Ballin' on these b*tches, yeah
Ballin' on these n*ggas, huh
Ballin' on these b*tches, yeah
Ballin' on these n*ggas, huh
Swear I ain't falling for these b*tches
I ain't put my all in none of these b*tches
f*ck hoes, get money, that's the mission
Move that dough, I got a vision
I got a drac' with kick and extension
n*gga talk down, then you end up missing
I'm the big ol' B, boy better be busy
And I keep that fire boy don't go missing
Talkin out your head boy that was senseless
You ain't got no homies n*gga you was defenseless
And I ball like a Laker, boy you is a Piston
(Different category n*gga, I'm different)
[Outro]
(Why's it like this every time the prettiest girl with the ugliest smile)
(I'm in a different category)
(I'm in a different category)