Bài hát Not Like Us Báo Lỗi

Psst I see dead people

Mustard on the beat ho

Ay Mustard on the beat ho

Deebo any rap nigga he a free throw

Man down call an amberlamps tell him

Breathe bro

Nail a nigga to the cross

He walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas

Tryna see Compton

The industry can hate me

Fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got

I mean it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body

I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible

If God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out

And show niggas

Certified boogeyman

I'm the one that upped the score with 'em

Walk him down

Whole time I know he got some ho in him

Pole on him extort shit

Bully the flow on him

Say Drake I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him

And they in love

Just make sure you hide your

Lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one

That get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party

Playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case

Why is he around

Certified Lover Boy Certified pedophiles

Wop wop wop wop wop

Dot fuck 'em up

Wop wop wop wop wop

I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch

Ain't you tired

Tryna strike a chord

And it's probably A minor

They not like us

They not like us they not like us

They not like us

They not like us they not like us

You think the Bay gon'

Let you disrespect Pac nigga

I think that Oakland show

Gon' be your last stop nigga

Did Cole fouI

I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl

Bird niggas and bird bitches go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want

Hey Drake they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep

I can go further I promise

Ain't that somethin'

B-rad stands for bitch

And you Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law boy you ballboy

Fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009 I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie

Be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for The Other Vaginal Option Pussy

Nigga better straighten they posture

Got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the doctorate

Tell the pop star quit hidin'

Fuck a caption want action no accident

And I'm hands-on

He fuck around get polished

Fuckin' on Wayne girl

While he was in jail that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home

Y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central

Nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena

That predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered

And placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you niggas like

Another line of Wock'

Yeah it's all eyes on me

And I'ma send it up to Pac ay

Put the wrong label on me

I'ma get 'em dropped ay

Sweet Chin Music

And I won't pass the aux ay

How many stocks do

I really have in stock Ay

One two three four five plus five ay

Devil is a lie he a 69 God ay

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay

They ass inside ay

Roll they ass up like

A fresh pack of 'za ay

City is back up

It's a must we outside ay

They not like us

They not like us they not like us

They not like us

They not like us they not like us

Once upon a time

All of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca

Buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second

Let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin'

Town folk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward 2024

You got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta

When you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you

This the real nigga challenge

You called Future

When you didn't see the club

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you

A slime in your head

Quavo said you can be from Northside

2 Chainz say you good but he lied

You run to Atlanta

When you need a few dollars

No you not a colleague

You a fuckin' colonizer

The family matter

And the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

Mm mm-mm

He a fan he a fan he a fan

He a fan he a fan he a

Freaky-ass nigga he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga he a 69 God

Hey hey hey hey run for your life

Hey hey hey hey run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga he a 69 God

Hey hey hey hey run for your life

Hey hey hey hey run for your life

Let me hear you say OV-ho

Say OV-ho

Then step this way step that way

Then step this way step that way

Are you my friend

Are we locked in

Then step this way step that way

Then step this way step that way