Levels lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
See, it's brackets, n*gga
Them hoes ain't f*ckin' you
'Cause you ain't in that bracket, n*gga
Learn life, it's levels to this sh*t, young boy
Ayy, O, you feel me?

[Chorus]
Lil' n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!

[Verse 1]
'Cause it's levels to this sh*t, levels to this sh*t
Can't f*ck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this b*tch
And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this b*tch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b*tch
And I'm heavy as it get
Shinin' like a motherf*ckin' bezel on my wrist
All my n*ggas mobbin' so we heavy in this b*tch
Thirty grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist
Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne
Young n*gga blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!
Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil' lane—vroom!
Swerve on 'em, n*ggas gotta nerve on 'em
'Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
But a n*gga back home and now n*ggas roll with him
Caught a case, what you think? n*gga f*ckin' told on him
I ain't get my sh*t snatched yet
You ain't get your b*tch back yet
One call, n*ggas aim that TEC
Blood drawn, headshot, n*gga brains on step
Hot sh*t if you pop sh*t
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got sh*t
We young n*ggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop sh*t
Mob sh*t, with more keys than a locksmith
[Chorus]
Lil' n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!

[Verse 2]
Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job!
DC, we the motherf*ckin' mob
Young n*gga gettin' straight to the money
In a Range with your honey, I pull up, like, "Ahh!"
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shootin', don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them
Compound n*ggas live now
If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now
I call up Onyx and tell them b*tches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round
And I don't f*ck with no n*ggas
If they don't f*ck with my n*ggas
And I ain't f*ckin' no b*tches, if they f*ckin' my n*ggas
[Chorus]
Lil' n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!

[Verse 3]
One time for the real n*ggas
Two times for the bad b*tches
Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes
'Cause y'all suckas never had b*tches
I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad, n*gga?
That's the reason why you hatin' on me?
I love ballin'—my bad, n*gga
'Cause it's levels to this sh*t, levels to this sh*t
Can't f*ck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this b*tch
'Cause it's levels to this b*tch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b*tch
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up!

[Chorus]
Lil' n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil' n*gga, 'cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!
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