ALL THE SAME

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] In the middle of nowhere and I still found you Grippin' on your butt when it's— Uh, ayy, grippin' on your butt when it's time for round two Me and all my niggas is the same Me and all my niggas cut from the same— what? If it come down to it, who gon' ta— Ayy, if it come down to it, who gon' take a charge? I'll breach from the backend She suck it like a vacuum Pants saggin', it's a MAC-10 Chalk a nigga like a classroom [Interlude: Lil Yachty] Wh— wh— ayy Wh— wh-wh-wh-what? Yeah, aight Aight, nah, for sure You know a nigga like me just tryna cut your head I don't want no problems I don't want no tithes, baby [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Know a nigga like me just tryna cut head Jump shot 'fore you hit the bed Real tight, real wet, down your leg You know niggas cowards and I'll say it I'll devour it, yeah Let me stick it in, let me s— [Chorus: Lil Yachty] Bring that drank my way Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring that— Bring that mouth my way Bring them M's my way Mm, mm I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner, you the whole ho It's us [Verse 3: Veeze] Gang, Gangerski I don't think no ho wanna hug on a broke nigga (Yeah) I'm goin' through a lot of smoke with me Rein' up on the drugs like I'm dope flippin' (Shh) We need a 'bow of the Wock', gang chain sippin' (Right now) Big bro doin' house visits Yeah, we all in Louis in the morning like they sell breakfast We blew a fifty in the morning, never ate breakfast We need some better competition, niggas can't check us (On my mama) Can't Be 'Crete boys over any nigga (Gang) I told her the pool in the back, she a skinny dipper (She naked) I had to take a nigga wife, I'm a real nigga (Woo-hoo) Ain't no green pints allowed, we the seal rippers Make a ho get a job, take her card skimmin' (A job) Sell a thousand in this town, then I'm city-switchin' (Skrrt) If I tell you, "Swear to God," probably lyin' to you (Haha) Ten times out of nine, got the fire with us (Bap, bap) That nigga Lil Boat like my God-brother ('Crete boy) We boardin' big jets, not crop dustin' (Hahaha) She grant my every wish like a fairy godmother I'm probably goin' to Hell, the opps die, I laugh at 'em I help so many people, sometimes I be tired of 'em No cap, though Can't Be Fucked With boys, Veeze Wavy 'Crete [Chorus: Lil Yachty] Bring that drank my way Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring that— Bring that mouth my way Bring them M's my way Mm, mm I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner Bring that drank my way Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring that— Bring that mouth my way Bring them M's my way Mm, mm I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner, you the whole ho