Same Old Story

Lyrics

[Intro: Rimz & MKThePlug] Damn it Rimz did it again MK The Plug [Hook: Dimzy] Ay Someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (Chattings) Really pull on ****** with the 40 crashed at bait same old story (Baow!) All my hunters are thirsty for blood you can left in the mud for talking shit on your story (Stretched) You think your real but I think your corny All of my shooters got guns like Cory Someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (Chattings) Really pull on ****** with the 40 crashеd at bait same old story (Baow!) All my hunters are thirsty for blood you can lеft in the mud for talking shit on your story (Stretched) You think your real but I think your corny All of my shooters got guns like Cory [Verse 1: Dimzy] You might hear bang you might hear grrr! When the sixties pull up (Skrrt) We had the Mac fries full up thirty-two shots in the sten full up Barbecue settings bring out the grr! You know the sixties ready for the cook up (Baow!) OSG days outside with the jooker twenty plus wounds he got jook up Now how they rap so calm on the beat that make it sound so dangerous ( I dunno!) Before Cali broski turn that man into flavours (It's dark!) Mac and the three-two dotties and rambos push bike days we were outside shaving (shh, shh) Sometimes I forget that I'm famous Sometimes I forget that I'm famous cos I got pounds and zips rotating, waps, data, any location, pull up, tape up, any location (Grah!) Every time I step out in public the women adore my fragrance (Ay!) If you ever see me in the party just know that I'm there with machines and shavers [Hook: Dimzy] Ay Someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (Chattings) Really pull on ****** with the 40 crashed at bait same old story (Baow!) All my hunters are thirsty for blood you can left in the mud for talking shit on your story (Stretched) You think your real but I think your corny All of my shooters got guns like Cory Someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (Chattings) Really pull on ****** with the 40 crashed at bait same old story (Baow!) All my hunters are thirsty for blood you can left in the mud for talking shit on your story (Stretched) You think your real but I think your corny All of my shooters got guns like Cory [Verse 2: DoRoad] I took that rotti to **** (Baow, Baow!) I-I left it gory another one shot on the block like damn man with **** It's the same old story things in the- tryna leave man poorly even though bro felt poorly yeah my youngers on go I'll send them over there when they coming through the door and they don't need dorkies no they don't talking smart nigga hell nigga hell you won't (Why you talking smoke?!) I-I shot him with the dots and the flow I-I shot him through his favourite coat (Baow-Baow!) I'm on the phone like Homer talking dough I struggle the arm like Bart for a nigga that's acting drunk like he come out like Moe (Are you drunk?!) He was talking on bro gang turn him into— (shhh) course I took me a coke Sip my head tryna load a machine think this shit is a joke that's part of the reason why I'm not here anymore (Real talk!) How you talk all that wass on a drill beats you ain't ever shot a man, wet boy (Not even tried, bare of your guys got season fried, ha-ha) [Verse 3: DoRoad] Bro-broski got aired out his ting then he ran out when he got a next gun Gang done my man in the backroad I heard of him since ever since we think about Redrum (Redrum) I done up my man bad with the wetter He would have thought his baby mum wouldn't wanna take none Rolled up with the SGs, XDs double bs, selection when we qweff dons [Verse 4: Monkey] Selection of fries (Selection of waps) My nigga mashed up like Michael Myers Itching to bop like bruck down tyre (You know when your ready to stretch suttin though!) (Trust me!) The streets be more than cold, you better get a wap before you get a Moncler maya (You better get a wap!) Beef ain't a broke man sport (No!) Luger nines tryna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck!) We turn your man to corpse (Corpse) Shh- got lucky you made it home cos you would have got slapped on live support You ain't ever stepped out twinning, two 44s one long, one short (One long, one short, one long, one short) I need bands right now cash in hand construction (Ready!) Really took the mop and the three-two long over there tryna lock that function Really had the Mac at the back of the ped, we was tryna cause destruction Media said we're notorious but the feds just want us back in induction (Fuck the feds!) [Outro: Dimzy] Someone got shot over there now everyone there tryna make different stories Really pull on-, with the 40 crash at bait same old story