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Hit-Boy Cállate, Mike Crook G.Ry Got Me Not the same Not at all Not even halfway We ain't even shootin' at the same basket Ice my neck and wrist up like a best friend One time for the real ones, we back again You see the vibes And I'm not the one to try so don't even try And I ain't too hard to find, bitch, I'm outside I'm too lit to be a nigga housewife This ain't no whip on tour, I copped it outright Another one up for my nigga on the Southside We ain't tryna chalk it up but we'll get you outlinеd Windows tinted up, niggas tryna see if it's really us Outside likе summer, Raz gang finna fuck the whole city up Nissan to a Bentley truck, on my high horse, I'm like, "Giddy up" Got big lawyers for the contacts, nigga, you won't even get a penny up You see the vibes? New whip, don't need no key to drive We turned the trap to a dispensary way before it was legalized Everything I wrote, I serve it up like dope Letras de cancionesCall the gang up if you need a line Not the same Not at all Not even halfway We ain't even shootin' at the same basket Ice my neck and wrist up like a best friend One time for the real ones, we back again You see the vibes And I'm not the one to try so don't even try And I ain't too hard to find, bitch, I'm outside From Letras Mania