Whole Other sh*t lyrics

[Chorus]
These n*ggas, they mad, 'cause they don't know what I'm on, I'm on some whole other sh*t
And I do not argue with my girl, she gettin' to crazy, I call my whole other b*tch
Oh, you like these Balmains? This my whole other fit
And you say you like this little watch I got on, but you ain't even see my other wrist
Fifty thousand that small chain, but strippers be lovin' it
And the hoes you look at all day is the ones I be f*ckin'
These n*ggas they cuffin' it, that mean they stuck with it
When I see yo' b*tch, you know she just be bustin' it
She suck my di*k in her mouth, yeah, I nut in it
I saw you kiss her, I laugh, yеah, I rub it in

[Verse 1]
She call my phone, I won't answer, I'm stuttеrin'
She keep on stalkin', I drive in my other Benz
She brung her team, yeah, them b*tches keep huddlin'
I stay with a nine, but everybody love a ten
That means she dime, no, I'm not cuddlin'
She was too tight, I had to bust in it
She got a man, she on the low
I brung her over but I had to rush him, yeah, yeah
Got a plug that's from Russia, but that's not about this
We talkin' 'bout this b*tch with this lockjaw
When she bite down, that sh*t like a white b*tch
No black car, like a white whip, so I don't even drive, need to get money
Got bad b*tches on me, she wan' f*ck with me
'Cause my swag, that sh*t jump off the meter, aye, aye
Young n*gga pull up just right with a heater
She suck my di*k, 'cause that b*tch, she a skeezer
Under my shirt, yeah, I stay with a beater
First [?] I had, yeah, her name was Wynetta
I just a million, but I'm still eatin' pizza by the Tower of Pisa
[Chorus]
These n*ggas, they mad, 'cause they don't know what I'm on, I'm on some whole other sh*t
And I do not argue with my girl, she gettin' to crazy, I call my whole other b*tch
Oh, you like these Balmains? This my whole other fit
And you say you like this little watch I got on, but you ain't even see my other wrist
Fifty thousand that small chain, but strippers be lovin' it
And the hoes you look at all day is the ones I be f*ckin'
These n*ggas they cuffin' it, that mean they stuck with it
When I see yo' b*tch, you know she just be bustin' it
She suck my di*k in her mouth, yeah, I nut in it
After I'm done, you know I'm just cuttin' it, aye

[Verse 2]
I'm a young n*gga, I got them old bands though, aye
n*ggas, they talkin', but they ain't got no bands though, aye
n*ggas, they talkin', I play that boy like a banjo
And you know we got the new guns, baby
Them boys, they pull up, with, um, fans though
And I'm not worried 'bout my opps
Because them n*ggas, yeah, they fans though
And I'm the one that's at the top
And them n*ggas, yeah, they just dead broke, aye
I gotta wear my pants low, because I got too many bands in it, weigh 'em down
I gotta belt on 'em, weigh 'em down
I got this money on me, chopper gon' weigh 'em down
I'm a n*gga, yeah, the same one that can smoke a pound
Young n*gga never ever pulled up with a .30 round on the wrong side of town, that's the opps
Gettin' money, yeah, I popped at his top
[Chorus]
These n*ggas, they mad, 'cause they don't know what I'm on, I'm on some whole other sh*t
And I do not argue with my girl, she gettin' to crazy, I call my whole other b*tch
Oh, you like these Balmains? This my whole other fit
And you say you like this little watch I got on, but you ain't even see my other wrist
Fifty thousand that small chain, but strippers be lovin' it
And the hoes you look at all day is the ones I be f*ckin'
These n*ggas they cuffin' it, that mean they stuck with it
When I see yo' b*tch, you know she just be bustin' it
She suck my di*k in her mouth, yeah, I nut in it