[Intro: Takbar]
Aye O?
What the fuck wrong with these n***as?
Every time I turn around n***as got something to say about my motherfucking n***a Omelly
Like he ain't been in these fucking streets
Like he ain't been running around with that fucking heat
Ya'll see my n***a everyday n***a tooled up and jeweled up
Lit up like a fucking Christmas tree
I don't know what's up with these n***as
N***as ain't never been sweet
Street suckas for life n***a we do what we want

[Verse 1: Omelly]
Catch me in that blue six
Speedin like Sonic n***a
My little n***as catch a rack
Don't say shit about it n***a
Co-sign a n***a
Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' n***a
And I'm only stating facts
So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding n***a
Every n***a with me and they poppin' off toasters
Catch us everywhere, hoppin' out of them ghosts
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us
Bars so fire n***a think Meek wrote this
That hatin' shit I ain't got time for
I don't pop molly, I pop dime whores
Got a bad model you would die for
Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords
This AP dancin' on my wrist
N***as mad, they ain't doin' it like this
Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts
I hear you talkin' pussy, you ain't gon' do shit
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
My n***as be talking like they about that shit
I got on all my jewels all my designer shit
Boy this shit what I do, don't get beside yourself
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all
At all, at all, at all, at

[Verse 2: Louie V Gutta]
Said I do shit different, said my new shit different
Said my new whip different, different watch different bitches
Say the way I'm livin', I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes I don't love hoes
I just fuck the hoes that y'all lust
Y'all n***as talking like ya'll about that shit
But y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts
I slide through there like yuck
Cause the money ain't a thing my n***a
Shit we blow it like dust
These hoes ain’t fucking with you
You on Instagram, you like a million pictures
Then she shot you down, you still trying to get her
But I fucked her once, and done forgot it n***a, damn
These Balenciaga, not Prada, n***a
And it’s Bel-Air on my bottom, n***a
All my n***as get a dollar
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
My n***as be talking like they about that shit
I got on all my jewels all my designer shit
Boy this shit what I do, don't get beside yourself
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same
My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all
At all, at all, at all, at