CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nothing Like The Rest
Yeah
2sided goin' crazy
Talkin' bout money I'm on board
Tweakin' with the gang, yeah, what the f**k you on, boy?
New Glock in the mail, yeah, that's a new toy
f**kin' with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed
Yeah, yeah, on the xan so I'm not paranoid
So many b*t*hes, too many choices
In my head, I hear the voices
Grab the b*t*h pu**y and I feel the moistness
Yeah she love me yeah, I know she obsessed
Aiming for the head don't need that vest
You a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest
I'm not Johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?
Yeah I told that b*t*h, I'm nothing like the rest
I was in that b*t*h mouth like some crest
Opps saying they got bread on my head
All my opps, yeah they with that cap sh*t
All my homies, yeah they stay with them sticks
Talkin' that sh*t, yeah, you can get lit
Kickin' sh*t, um, yeah, call me Jet Li
Smokin' that dope, smokin' dope in a telly
I already know, you ain't even gotta tell me
Ask your b*t*h, yeah, I know that she feel me
Pop me a perc, yeah, now it's the real me
Wait, what the f**k, what happened to my ceiling?
Opps want me dead, I said come kill me
All of your shooters they rookies
Yeah I'm smoking this cookie
Need some money just to book me
I don't do sh*t for free
I don't do sh*t for free
Bad b*t*h she a fan of me
And her man is an enemy
Hit it a few times, then I gotta leave
Um, yeah, repeat
Then I go do it again
Then I go f**k on her friends
Ridin' round dirty in a Benz
I can't see the haters, through these Cartier lens
I don't even write, I don't even need no pen
Yeah, I don't even need no pen
Yeah, I don't even need no friends
Talkin' bout money I'm on board
Tweakin' with the gang, yeah, what the f**k you on, boy?
New Glock in the mail, yeah, that's a new toy
f**kin' with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed
Yeah, yeah, on the xan so I'm not paranoid
So many b*t*hes, too many choices
In my head, I hear the voices
Grab the b*t*h pu**y and I feel the moistness
Yeah she love me yeah, I know she obsessed
Aiming for the head don't need that vest
You a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest
I'm not Johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?
Yeah I told that b*t*h, I'm nothing like the rest
2sided goin' crazy
Talkin' bout money I'm on board
Tweakin' with the gang, yeah, what the f**k you on, boy?
New Glock in the mail, yeah, that's a new toy
f**kin' with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed
Yeah, yeah, on the xan so I'm not paranoid
So many b*t*hes, too many choices
In my head, I hear the voices
Grab the b*t*h pu**y and I feel the moistness
Yeah she love me yeah, I know she obsessed
Aiming for the head don't need that vest
You a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest
I'm not Johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?
Yeah I told that b*t*h, I'm nothing like the rest
I was in that b*t*h mouth like some crest
Opps saying they got bread on my head
All my opps, yeah they with that cap sh*t
All my homies, yeah they stay with them sticks
Talkin' that sh*t, yeah, you can get lit
Kickin' sh*t, um, yeah, call me Jet Li
Smokin' that dope, smokin' dope in a telly
I already know, you ain't even gotta tell me
Ask your b*t*h, yeah, I know that she feel me
Pop me a perc, yeah, now it's the real me
Wait, what the f**k, what happened to my ceiling?
Opps want me dead, I said come kill me
All of your shooters they rookies
Yeah I'm smoking this cookie
Need some money just to book me
I don't do sh*t for free
I don't do sh*t for free
Bad b*t*h she a fan of me
And her man is an enemy
Hit it a few times, then I gotta leave
Um, yeah, repeat
Then I go do it again
Then I go f**k on her friends
Ridin' round dirty in a Benz
I can't see the haters, through these Cartier lens
I don't even write, I don't even need no pen
Yeah, I don't even need no pen
Yeah, I don't even need no friends
Talkin' bout money I'm on board
Tweakin' with the gang, yeah, what the f**k you on, boy?
New Glock in the mail, yeah, that's a new toy
f**kin' with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed
Yeah, yeah, on the xan so I'm not paranoid
So many b*t*hes, too many choices
In my head, I hear the voices
Grab the b*t*h pu**y and I feel the moistness
Yeah she love me yeah, I know she obsessed
Aiming for the head don't need that vest
You a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest
I'm not Johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?
Yeah I told that b*t*h, I'm nothing like the rest
