"wenotthesame" lyrics
(What'd I tell you about [?]?)
Huh
Boom, boom
Huh, huh
Graah, faa-faa, faa-faa, graah, graah
Graah, graah
Huh
Niggas be cappin', they out here just jackin' my style
These broke niggas really just need to practice what they preach
We caught that boy lackin', he talkin' shit on live
We totin' them sticks and Berettas, we shootin' like BO3
Hit a thot with a BRB
My bitch bad, she'll BRB
Poppin' these Percs, nigga, we gettin' geeked
Fuck a nigga bitch and then Houdini
Fuck the Lambo, I want an SRT
[?], nigga, we gon' see
A nigga getting cooked, Chef Boyardee
Damn, we not the same, nigga, stop playin'
Nigga get cooked with the Glock, like a frying pan
You a sweet peanut butter nigga, Peter Pan
Up the Glock, I'll make 'em do the running man
Bullets hit his fuckin' back, bet he'll never run again
Six feet deep, ass nigga, like it's Slenderman
[?] this my money dance
Whole lot of racks, whole, whole lot of fucking bands
Twenty racks, fifty racks, I'm 'bout to get a hundred bands
Nigga, I ball like D. Rose, nigga, [?]
Nigga simped to an E-girl and lost all his fuckin' bands
Don't be askin' for no handouts, hoe, I stand out
Your bitch give me that good slop with her ass out
Niggas be cappin', they out here just jackin' my style
These broke niggas really just need to practice what they preach
We caught that boy lackin', he talkin' shit on live
We totin' them sticks and Berettas, we shootin' like BO3
Hit a thot with a BRB
My bitch bad, she'll BRB
Poppin' these Percs, nigga, we gettin' geeked
Fuck a nigga bitch and then Houdini
Fuck the Lambo, I want an SRT
[?], nigga, we gon' see
A nigga getting cooked, Chef Boyardee
Huh
Boom, boom
Huh, huh
Graah, faa-faa, faa-faa, graah, graah
Graah, graah
Huh
Niggas be cappin', they out here just jackin' my style
These broke niggas really just need to practice what they preach
We caught that boy lackin', he talkin' shit on live
We totin' them sticks and Berettas, we shootin' like BO3
Hit a thot with a BRB
My bitch bad, she'll BRB
Poppin' these Percs, nigga, we gettin' geeked
Fuck a nigga bitch and then Houdini
Fuck the Lambo, I want an SRT
[?], nigga, we gon' see
A nigga getting cooked, Chef Boyardee
Damn, we not the same, nigga, stop playin'
Nigga get cooked with the Glock, like a frying pan
You a sweet peanut butter nigga, Peter Pan
Up the Glock, I'll make 'em do the running man
Bullets hit his fuckin' back, bet he'll never run again
Six feet deep, ass nigga, like it's Slenderman
[?] this my money dance
Whole lot of racks, whole, whole lot of fucking bands
Twenty racks, fifty racks, I'm 'bout to get a hundred bands
Nigga, I ball like D. Rose, nigga, [?]
Nigga simped to an E-girl and lost all his fuckin' bands
Don't be askin' for no handouts, hoe, I stand out
Your bitch give me that good slop with her ass out
Niggas be cappin', they out here just jackin' my style
These broke niggas really just need to practice what they preach
We caught that boy lackin', he talkin' shit on live
We totin' them sticks and Berettas, we shootin' like BO3
Hit a thot with a BRB
My bitch bad, she'll BRB
Poppin' these Percs, nigga, we gettin' geeked
Fuck a nigga bitch and then Houdini
Fuck the Lambo, I want an SRT
[?], nigga, we gon' see
A nigga getting cooked, Chef Boyardee
