$pida - Insane (feat. Pra*)

Aye we not the same
I chase for paper, the money, the fame
You chasin' bitches can't pull em you lame
Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game
You ain't from round here go back where you came
You think i'm lackin, better know I got aim
You hear me rappin, better know I got game
Uh, i'm insane
I get shirtless even in the cold
And my pistol don't got safety mode
You can die bout it, that's on the code
Ain't the same nigga i'm not like you
Don't compare nigga i'm not like who
Aye, web fluid gon blow like a flute
Why should I cap what the fuck you gon do?
Glock make him dance nigga like a disco
Can in my hands nigga like it's crisco
Protection man nigga like's it's sysco
Ain't have a chance nigga want some info
Drive-by you nigga fuck a pit stop
Make him make sounds put it on a tiktok
I'll give him will nigga like it's Chris Rock
I'm makin money now the nigga pissed off
Uh, okay (Woo)
Shootin' from Dallas feelin like a Maverick
Making him disappear like it's magic
He on my dick nigga he a hopper
He said he serious asking why i'm laughin'
Nigga you funny, you broke and i'm havin'
Why brodie mad i'm makin' money stackin
I ain't no drop-down pussy we static
Aye we not the same
I chase for paper, the money, the uh
I chase for paper, the money, the fame
Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game
You ain't from round here go back where you came
You think i'm lackin, better know I got aim
You hear me rappin, better know I got game
Uh, i'm insane
Yea, i'm insane
Yo bitch a thot and she givin' me brain
I'm hot you not nigga we not the same
Uh, okay
Yeah, okay
Huh, okay
Uh, uh, uh fuck it
Huh, I got a brand new I got a brand new glock all my bullets fitted
Imma just pass her around, hit it one time call my name when you finished
You know that Prada insane
Imma just bust up his brain
Hit it one time yeah lil' nigga can't tame
Hahahaha we not the same
Walk in that bitch got the bank and a fitted, nigga be talkin' i'm turning it up
Got a new bitch, she a bad Puerto Rican I hit one time and i'm passin' her up
Niggas be talking that Rara shit, imma blow his ass down cause I don't give a fuck
Bitches be talking that blah-blah shit imma block her phone cause I don't give a fuck
Huh, huh, we not the same huh
I'm smoking paint huh
I just be giving out pain huh
Imma just bust up his brain huh
We not the same huh
These niggas be lame huh
Bitch I just bought a new pistol, I up it one time and I'm fucking his face up
Okay
Imma just bust up his brain
My nigga we not the same
Not the same
Huh
My nigga we not the same
Imma just bust up his brain
Aye we not the same
I chase for paper, the money, the fame
You chasin' bitches can't pull em you lame
Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game
You ain't from round here go back where you came
You think i'm lackin, better know I got aim
You hear me rappin, better know I got game

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$pida 8

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