[Intro]
Hit-Boy
Cállate, Mike Crook
G.Ry Got Me

[Chorus]
Not the same
Not at all
Not even halfway
We ain't even shootin' at the same basket
Ice my neck and wrist up like a best friend
One time for the real ones, we back again
You see the vibes
And I'm not the one to try so don't even try
And I ain't too hard to find, bitch, I'm outside

[Verse]
I'm too lit to be a n***a housewife
This ain't no whip on tour, I copped it outright
Another one up for my n***as on the Southside
We ain't tryna chalk it up, but we'll get you outlinеd
Windows tinted up, n***as tryna see if it's really us
Outside likе summer, Raz gang finna fuck the whole city up
Nissan to a Bentley truck, on my high horse, I'm like, "Giddy up"
Got big lawyers for the contacts, n***a, you won't even get a penny up
You see the vibes?
New whip, don't need no key to drive
We turned the trap to a dispensary way before it was legalized
Everything I wrote, I serve it up like dope
Call the gang up if you need a line
[Chorus]
Not the same
Not at all
Not even halfway
We ain't even shootin' at the same basket
Ice my neck and wrist up like a best friend
One time for the real ones, we back again
You see the vibes
And I'm not the one to try so don't even try
And I ain't too hard to find, bitch, I'm outside