Different

Lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray] (Manny, where are you at?) Okay This shit different Showin' love to a nigga Everybody wanna be a— with a nigga We been went street platinum, nigga, y'all know what's goin' on (Yeah) Hoes in the crowd goin'— shit different Still grinding, nigga (Shit different) Okay (Ghetto Boyz shit, bitch) [Verse 1: Louie Ray] Okay I love it when love in the streets hit different You can tell it cost more than ten stacks, this bitch hittin' Gotta push the pedal down, leg straight when you stick it When you worth what they be payin', they gon' wait for you up Terrance Can't be sittin' 'round waitin' on no pape', we gon' secure it I feel like I got a million in the bank, I'm insured Slap rims on the car just to park it on the curb I be high talkin' shit, I'm a shark off the syrup I be niggas that be pourin' up snot, but it's syrup I ain't X-d out, the Off-White big on my shirt My small piece worth a big worth of work I done spinned out, I be goin' big on the turn Have it to you in a minute, bro, I'm big on returns Let me trap out your spot, you get a crib in return [Interlude: AllStar Lee & Louie Ray] Get a whole house (For sure) Young niggas livin' like that Shit serious (Yeah) [Verse 2: AllStar Lee] Your mans snitched when he was eighteen, why he keep actin' like it's old? You got lil' boy money, quit actin' like you grown I got them wops, I just got eleven hundred sold Times that by eight, that's thirty minutes after leaving home My shoes was eight somethin', bitch, that shit like eight singles Told her I want a relationship, spend every day with her Got the pussy, nutted, told her, "Uh, think I'ma stay single" Brodie throw the mask on so they can't put your face in it 6 Mile, Brick Mile, that's my area Handsome with a lot of bands, bitches wanna marry me Your life a fairytale, my life bands and scales This dogfood like pain, take whippings very well Platinum stash for the work, I'm really ridin' clean Blind a bitch with my diamonds, blind niggas with the beam Get your stupid ass smoked, call you nicotine What's better a loyal bitch or a loyal fiend? Man, shit, I'ma say both But I still ain't puttin' no pussy over no pape', though [Verse 3: Louie Ray] Pussy probably leave a nigga broke, money— okay Pussy probably leave a nigga— naw, for real (Yeah) Pussy probably leave a nigga broke, money make more I'm ridin' 'round with legal racks on me, fuck state patrol Skub be on his shit anyway, ain't gotta say patrol I can get these hoes to do whatever if it say Patrón (Rrah) That's another shootout outside the show Got the outsiders scared, is it safe to go? Fin on me, I ain't askin' is it safe to blow? Ten on me, that ain't even what I'm tryna show (Man, fuck that) So much money, bro, it's gettin' on my nerves I'm the motivator, they know I'm good off the word Never know I'm fucked up 'cause I be good when I'm hurt I could probably hold it to the side and blow, I ain't nervous Quick to take it wrong, you better watch how you word it Acetyl not normal, I had to watch how I serve it This ain't Brooklyn, got lil' homie 'nem watchin' where I serve This rap pape' feel fake, I had to fuck around and burn it Okay, DistroKid got free zips (Okay) I feel like I'm worth too much for free shit (For sure) I feel like I'm still this close to gettin' pinched (Damn) Niggas still tryna go street platinum, but we did, nigga (Swear to God, nigga) [Outro: Louie Ray] Been did too, at the, yeah Now I think about it, yeah, we been kinda did that, alright