Same Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] (Brian, you're so crazy for this) [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully] You still with the same niggas doin' the same shit I don't see myself fuckin' a bitch if she basic I damn near made it out the hood, I still'll trap inside the basement Man, still post up at the vacant, man, we the dogs, we tryna shake shit Man, fuck hoes, take trips, get money and do the same shit again If she like, "What this button do?", she ain't never been in a Benz I got the kind of dick these hoes, they gotta tell they friends And Wheel of Fortune when we in that striker, we gotta spin again (Shee) [Verse 2: OnFully] Me and TeeJaee like a slingshot, we double back This a slap contest with this Drac', somebody gettin' smacked Fully stay on a hundred, I stay away from rats You talkin' too fast to me, don't know what you gettin' at If you ain't tryna make no money, stay the fuck from 'round me Sellin' pies out the trap like it's Hungry Howie's I got that soft in a bag like it's baby powder They comin' back for some more, the house gettin' crowded (Shee) I'm with the same gang, different states, same shit Overslept, when I'm the stu', I have to change shifts Lil' bitch love ridin' around with Fully 'cause she eatin' dick Caution tape around the opps, them niggas gettin' picked [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully] You still with the same niggas doin' the same shit I don't see myself fuckin' a bitch if she basic I damn near made it out the hood, I still'll trap inside the basement Man, still post up at the vacant, man, we the dogs, we tryna shake shit Man, fuck hoes, take trips, get money and do the same shit again If she like, "What this button do?", she ain't never been in a Benz I got the kind of dick these hoes, they gotta tell they friends And Wheel of Fortune when we in that striker, we gotta spin again [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Man, I'll take you to that money, come and ride with me I don't take hoes on dates, I just fly 'em out of town with me Boy, I made a hundred with your bitch, she was just drivin' for me Probably don't even know my name, but she just know I got a lot of money And still be in the kitchen whippin' this shit up like I'm your granny Don't try to race me out in traffic, you'd die tryna get past me Quit hoopin', I'd be doin' other shit Quit hurtin', I'd be fuckin' with a whole 'nother bitch Man, life tragic Fuck a bitch and put her ass right out 'cause I'm a savage Out of town in Atlanta in a 'Vette, this bitch a fast one I told Miles, man, let me see the Urus, I ain't gon' crash it Man, it don't matter where we was at, you know me, I always had it Me and Fully be on the same shit, we fuck the same hoes We got the same guns, we got the same bros Fake gangster rappin'-ass niggas, man, I hate those Man, real killer, I used to make a baby Glock out of my Legos [Outro] (Brian, you're so crazy for this)