Big Scarr - On The Same Shit

(Holly turnt this shit up)
Mm, mm-mm, mm, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (woah, let's go)
Uh, Big Grim Reaper Gang (woah)
Know who runnin' this shit (woah, let's go)

Uh, let me tell you the difference (tell the difference)
I'm in the streets, use the booth just to tell how I'm livin' (show how I'm livin')
I'm not the type to start shit and don't finish (uh-uh)
If I kill my man, dump the clip 'til it's empty (clip 'til it's empty)
No, I can't show him no sympathy (uh-uh)
Bitch sent a text, said she leavin', she sick of me, woah (woah, woah)
These niggas killin' me (woah)
Pillow talk to the ho, next day she lickin' me (she eatin' me)
Mm, woah, the money ain't change me (woah, uh)
Still'll pull up in the hood on the same shit
Steppers with me, yeah, they armed and they dangerous
Auto the Glock, let it rip without aimin' (let it rip)
Uh, internet dissin', that's lame shit
Catch him down bad, now he speak a new language (pull up with his main bitch)
Uh, hoes on my dick 'cause I'm famous (tryna hate)
Same bitch that look passed me when I was nameless

Uh (woah, let's go)
Took losses and crosses, I feel like I'm painless
I'm a boss, if you talk, gotta make some arrangements
Cullinan truck, bring it out when it's rainin'
No cuddlin', told her just give me the brain (woah)
Won't fuck this bitch, can't have that dirt on my name (dirt on my name)
No strings attached, that's just part of the game (part of the game, woah)
Don't compare me to niggas, no, we not the same (no, woah)
Ride my own wave, I just stay in my lane (I stay in my lane)
When I walk on the stage, bitches screamin' my name (bitches screamin' my name)
Clutchin' this fire, I got accurate aim (I got accurate range)
Deadeye with the Glock when we bust out his brain
I stayed down, ran it up, you can go do the same (yeah)
I taught myself how to hustle (yeah)
Now, look, I'm the muscle (woah)
I know how you feel 'cause I come from the struggle (woah, woah)
Get up and go get it, lil' nigga, we straight out the gutter (gets up)
Now that I'm rich, I can go buy whatever (whatever)
That shit that you say, bitch, I spend on a sweater (a sweater)
My lil' bitch, she on it, I call her Griselda (she gon' do whatever)
Backdoor a nigga, she do what I tell her (she do what I tell her)
Rich and I'm ruthless, the money ain't make it no better (no)
Don't like when I'm mad 'cause I turn to the devil (woah)
Just me and Fat, 'cause I know he 'bout whatever
Don't fuck with these niggas, no, you not a member (you not a stepper)

Uh, let me tell you the difference (tell the difference)
I'm in the streets, use the booth just to tell how I'm livin' (show how I'm livin')
I'm not the type to start shit and don't finish (uh-uh)
If I kill my man, dump the clip 'til it's empty (clip 'til it's empty)
No, I can't show him no sympathy (uh-uh)
Bitch sent a text, said she leavin', she sick of me, woah (woah, woah)
These niggas killin' me (woah)
Pillow talk to the ho, next day she lickin' me (she eatin' me)
Mm, woah, the money ain't change me (woah, uh)
Still'll pull up in the hood on the same shit
Steppers with me, yeah, they armed and they dangerous
Auto the Glock, let it rip without aimin' (let it rip)
Uh, internet dissin', that's lame shit
Catch him down bad, now he speak a new language (pull up with his main bitch)
Uh, hoes on my dick 'cause I'm famous (tryna hate)
Same bitch that look passed me when I was nameless

Woah, let's go
Uh, internet dissin', that's lame shit
Catch him down bad, now he speak a new language
Uh, hoes on my dick 'cause I'm famous
Same bitch that look passed me when I was nameless
Woah, the money ain't change me
Still'll pull up in the hood on the same shit

Written by:
Alexander Woods

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