We Ain’t The Same lyrics

[Intro: Takbar]
Aye O?
What the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
Every time I turn around n*ggas got something to say about my motherf*cking n*gga Omelly
Like he ain't been in these f*cking streets
Like he ain't been running around with that f*cking heat
Ya'll see my n*gga everyday n*gga tooled up and jeweled up
Lit up like a f*cking Christmas tree
I don't know what's up with these n*ggas
n*ggas ain't never been sweet
Street suckas for life n*gga we do what we want

[Verse 1: Omelly]
Catch me in that blue six
Speedin like Sonic n*gga
My little n*ggas catch a rack
Don't say sh*t about it n*gga
Co-sign a n*gga
Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' n*gga
And I'm only stating facts
So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding n*gga
Every n*gga with me and they poppin' off toasters
Catch us everywhere, hoppin' out of them ghosts
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us
Bars so fire n*gga think Meek wrote this
That hatin' sh*t I ain't got time for
I don't pop molly, I pop dime whores
Got a bad model you would die for
Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords
This AP dancin' on my wrist
n*ggas mad, they ain't doin' it like this
Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts
I hear you talkin' pus*y, you ain't gon' do sh*t
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
My n*ggas be talking like they about that sh*t
I got on all my jewels all my designer sh*t
Boy this sh*t what I do, don't get beside yourself
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same at all
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same at all
At all, at all, at all, at

[Verse 2: Louie V Gutta]
Said I do sh*t different, said my new sh*t different
Said my new whip different, different watch different b*tches
Say the way I'm livin', I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes I don't love hoes
I just f*ck the hoes that y'all lust
Y'all n*ggas talking like ya'll about that sh*t
But y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts
I slide through there like yuck
Cause the money ain't a thing my n*gga
sh*t we blow it like dust
These hoes ain’t f*cking with you
You on Instagram, you like a million pictures
Then she shot you down, you still trying to get her
But I f*cked her once, and done forgot it n*gga, damn
These Balenciaga, not Prada, n*gga
And it’s Bel-Air on my bottom, n*gga
All my n*ggas get a dollar
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
My n*ggas be talking like they about that sh*t
I got on all my jewels all my designer sh*t
Boy this sh*t what I do, don't get beside yourself
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same at all
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same at all
At all, at all, at all, at