Lyrics: Anthony Young
Music: Anthony Young
No we are not the same
Riding round town and I'm switching lanes
My whip shooting flames
Only on the gas don't hit no brakes
I got foreign babes
Stick by my side and I'm ready to aim
Boy stop playing them games
Lettin' off shots double tap to the brain
I be whippin' in a range
Cost 100 bands in full I paid
Boy stop looking at me strange
Bout to air it out bullets flyin' like planes
And I know where you stay
Talkin' all that sh*t leave you red like paint
All my shooters deranged
One call you fall made the front page
No more nice guy sh*t now I'm a menace to society
And I got a brand new bxtch but I'ma add her to my variety
And last year had anxiety but now bxtches stay fighting for me
And I used to be that quiet kid but I guess that's just the irony
The money finna blow up boom
Got a bad bxtch but I roll with two
So much cash don't know what to do
Counting all my racks fingertips stay blue
And you know I'm gonna see it through
I won't stop till my money reach the moon
So you know I got to pay my goons
Can't be too safe I assume
No we are not the same
Riding round town and I'm switching lanes
My whip shooting flames
Only on the gas don't hit no brakes
I got foreign babes
Stick by my side and I'm ready to aim
Boy stop playing them games
Lettin' off shots double tap to the brain
I be whippin' in a range
Cost 100 bands in full I paid
Boy stop looking at me strange
Bout to air it out bullets flyin' like planes
And I know where you stay
Talkin' all that sh*t leave you red like paint
All my shooters deranged
One call you fall made the front page
We not the same we in two different lanes
Like a server I'm getting my cake and I gotta provide
So I'm fillin' up plates
Got some water I'm icy like skates
Pockets booming like this sh*t a bass
Got a coupe yea I found me a way
Treat the e-way like that sh*t a race
She expensive I f**k with her taste
f**k with her taste yeah I f**k with her pinstripe
My lil bxtch wear DKNY
That's yo bxtch why she with A-Why
Peel off the block like Nascar race line
It's a big body big Range bxtch
Get the f**k up out the way bxtch
Need my room I need my space bxtch
Get the f**k up out my face bxtch
Pull up in the Range it's a Rover when I switch lanes move over
I don't ever show up sober blunt to the face like a soldier
She wanna ride no coster babygirl just come closer
She give me brain like a donor Balmain stain wit a toner
Aye
We ain't the same nah we ain't equivalent
I hit the stage and I get me my dividends
You hit the stage and ain't nobody listenin'
I fled the scene and I don't leave no evidence
Trust me trust we are not the same
Pull up man I'm just a block away
My bxtch got a model face
Hit the runway then walk away
No we are not the same
Riding round town and I'm switching lanes
My whip shooting flames
Only on the gas don't hit no brakes
I got foreign babes
Stick by my side and I'm ready to aim
Boy stop playing them games
Lettin' off shots double tap to the brain
I be whippin' in a range
Cost 100 bands in full I paid
Boy stop looking at me strange
Bout to air it out bullets flyin' like planes
And I know where you stay
Talkin' all that sh*t leave you red like paint
All my shooters deranged
One call you fall made the front page