Cole Myer & Yung Grady - Not The Same

Switchin' lanes, foreign cars, they gon' know my name
Yeah, I'm off the lot, I'm off the X, I just be goin' insane
She pull up for sex, I don't want sex, so she gon' give me that brain
I'm off the perc and I'm goin' berserk, I sit back in my chair and I'm runnin' the game
I get the money, yeah, we not the same
Double my money, I double my wealth
Pull up on the bitch and I send her to hell
You kissed the bitch, I'm the one that would tell
I'm not a snitch, but fuck everybody that doubted me, I will not go wish 'em well
I'm not a bitch, I pull up with guns and you pull up with hammers, no mufuckin' nails
Go on a chase and be runnin' the race, if you dodge that shit while I'm runnin' from twelve
I fuck the bitch and then I fuck a friend, I might die in that shit, it's a motherfuckin' spell
Out of my body, they talk about bringin' the drums, they talk about bringin' the bells
He drop the perc in the bag and I call him a dumbass, I wouldn't send it through the mail
How much money make a motherfuckin' talk? spazz on the beat on a motherfuckin' flaw
Fully loaded, how I motherfuckin' walk. Spazz on the beat, it's killin' me (Ahhh)
Skin on the rim, I feel like Tony Hawk, these bitches be finna be up on the block
Imagine if the president was The Rock, that'd be some shit that I would like a lot
Rockin' a turban, I cannot be seen, got the paper, got the green
Got the money, cheddar cheese, bitch said she'd be missin' me
Told her I don't disagree, four-leaf clover, that's for me
Hella bands just for the bean, she leave back and forth and in-between
I cannot fuck with a rat, I wear LuiV, I ain't fuck with Prada, but I fucked with Gucci
Got Rick Owens on and I'm feelin' spooky, the bitch led me on how the bitch so kooky
I'm wearin' all white like the thief of the night, she pull up tonight and she pull up to pipe
The Weeknd is on and then I hit it right, one life in this bitch, you do not live it twice
I'm pullin' up, bitch, what is the price? I'm takin' my odds and I'm rollin' the dice
Bounce ass back cause I'm hittin' it twice, me and Yung Grady, vanilla and ice
Switchin' lanes, foreign cars, they gon' know my name
Yeah, I'm off the lot, I'm off the X, I just be goin' insane
She pull up for sex, I don't want sex, so she gon' give me that brain
I'm off the perc and I'm goin' berserk, I sit back in my chair and I'm runnin' the game
I get the money, yeah, we not the same, double my money, I double my wealth
Pull up on the bitch and I send him to hell
You kiss the bitch, I'm the one that would tell
I'm not a snitch, but fuck everybody that doubted me, I would not go wish 'em well
I'm not a bitch, I pull up with guns and you pull up with hammers, no more fuckin' nails
You don't have a chance of me runnin' the race if you dodge that shit while I'm runnin' for twelve
I fuck the bitch and then I fuck her friend I might die in that shit, it's in my fuckin' spell
Trippin' off the shrooms, I'm seeing God
I'm shooting first person, it's feelin' like Cod
We not the same, I'm on top of you all
I'm throwin' these hands, we gon' get in a brawl
I'm trippin' off X and I'm trippin' off Molly
I don't call her ID, nobody call me
I'm on the court, somebody gon' sign me
You already know the Yung Grady, he be ballin
Runnin' that bitch with a bulletproof vest
I beat his ass, I feel like Ronald Test
I'm feelin' the worst, but I'm lookin' the best
I told him to slide and he said that's a threat
I get the money, I'm here to collect
Give Cole Myer his $80, go write him a check
I am the GOAT, I deserve my respect
While the fuck she pullin' up, she don't give neck
Damn, we not the same, I can't never change
I get the blick and I aim to the brain
I'm off the X, I don't know what I'm sayin
If I pop another one, I'll go insane
That's just a risk that I'm willing to take
I said it was fire but I sold him shake
I walk on the field, I'm seein' the snakes

Written by:
Cole Myer, Yung Grady

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