Ur Just Like Them lyrics

[Intro]
Go
Real Murda Worth sh*t I'm talm 'bout (Aye, b*tch)
Hop out that cut, flunk sh*t up, turn a n*gga into dust (b*tch)
Hop out that cut, flunk sh*t up, turn a n*gga into dust (Aye, b*tch)

[Verse]
Hop out that cut, flunk sh*t up, turn that n*gga into dust (b*tch, rrr, rrr)
A.R.P., fifty on drum, make a n*gga tail tuck (He tail)
Can’t show a n*gga from the city no pity, his ass ain't tryna get burnt up (b*tch)
Think she a city girl, send her to the city, I ain’t tryna get–, okay
Two-feet tall with a wood grain grip (Grip), should know that's a Drac' (Drac')
If thirty was out, then it wouldn't be sh*t (Be sh*t), we just buck at his face (His face)
I got n*ggas that's dead in that grave (That grave)
I got n*ggas that'll send you to space (To space)
I'll put that n*gga in a grave (A grave), how you like what he sayin' 'bout Jace? (Jace)
These n*ggas be b*tches, his ass get burnt up
f*ck with the opps', better pray they turnt up
She want me, wanna lift her skirt up and I might do it if shе can't change (b*tch)
And I ain’t even flеx no chains, bought us a crib and got us some cars and sh*t
If you think he's okay and'll keep you safe, them bullets rain (Bullets rain)
And I ain't Captain Save nobody, I'm just bust your brain
Wake up and I think 'bout drills, I'll never be the same (Be the same)
Wake up and I think 'bout kills, but what 'bout the millions I made? (The millions I made)
And these lil' n*ggas ain't in the field, why you think he won't get baked? (He won't get baked)
[Bridge]
That n*gga like, he won't get baked (Aye, he won't get baked)
You know I'm still getting paid
Real Murda Worth sh*t I'm talm 'bout
He won't get baked

[Chorus]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill sh*t
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil' n*gga won't kill sh*t
Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the sh*ts
That lil' n*gga ain't on nun', y'all can lay it up
Y'all gon' lay it up, but I still been the one
Y'all gon' lay it up, but [?]
How come you be dumb, that lil n*gga ain't on
That n*gga too goofy, yeah, he Donald Duck

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill sh*t
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil' n*gga won't kill sh*t
Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the sh*ts
That lil' n*gga ain't on nun', y'all can lay it up
Y'all gon' lay it up, but I still been the one
Y'all gon' lay it up, but [?]
How come you be dumb, that lil n*gga ain't on
That n*gga too goofy, yeah, he Donald Duck