Louie V Gutta - We Ain't The Same lyrics

[Intro: Takbar] Aye O? What the f** wrong with these n***as? Everytime I turn around n***as got something to say about my motherf**ing n***a Omelly Like he ain't been in these f**ing streets Like he ain't been running around with that f**ing heat Ya'll see my n***a everyday n***a tooled up and j**eled up Lit up like a f**ing Christmas tree I don't know what's up with these n***as n***as ain't never been sweet Street s**as for life n***a we do what we want [Verse 1: Omelly] Catch me in that blue six Speedin like sonic n***a My little n***as catch a rack Don't say sh** about it n***a Co-sign a n***a Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' n***a And I'm only stating facts So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding n***a Every n***a with me and they poppin' off toasters Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us Bars so fire n***a think Meek wrote this That hatin' sh** I ain't got time for I don't pop mollys I pop dime who*es Got a bad model you would die for Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords This AP dancin' on my wrist n***as mad, they ain't doin it like this Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts I hear you talkin' p**y, you ain't gon' do sh** [Hook: Louie V Gutta] My n***as be talking like they about that sh** I got on all my j**els all my designer sh** Boy this sh** what i do don't get beside yourself And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same My n***a, my n***a we ain't the same at all At all, at all, at all, at [Verse 2: Louie V Gutta] Said I do sh** different, said my new sh** different Said my new whip different, different watch different b**hes Say the way I'm livin, I do it a little different And my money just different, everything different Said I don't trust hoes I don't love hoes I just f** the hoes that y'all lust Y'all n***as talking like ya'll about that sh** But y'all know y'all don't do it like us Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts I slide through there like yuck Cause the money ain't a thing my n***a sh** we blow it like dust These hoes ain't f**in' with you You on Instagram, you liked a million pictures And she shot you down you still tryna get her But I f**ed her once and done forgot her n***a damn These Balenciaga, not Prada, n***a It's Bel-Air in my bottle, n***a All my n***as get a dollar [Hook]