CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Different Story [Studio Session]

Talkin' it and doin' it a different story
Just to
ATL Jacob
Ahh-aha
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n***a in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
AMIRI my jeans, R.I.P in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
F**k her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
Pu**y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a n***a
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n***a
And take my body case if I get it

Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin'
I still got Molly in my system
I still got Xannys on my mental
It's been a couple years since I quit 'em
I don't wanna relapse but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it
I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I'm gettin' sick of 'em
When I pop that Perc, I can f**k that b*t*h, make her go (Ahh)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets
Uh, call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets (Uh)
Knock that pu**y out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace", (Uh)
And if it smell like water, f**k it, I'll kiss it to sleep, (Mwah)
Mwah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Kiss it si sleep)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Let's go

Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n***a in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
F**k her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
Pu**y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a n***a
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n***a
And take my body case if I get it

I go hard now, eat yo' heart out
Say you hatin' me, eat yo' heart out
Ain't believe in me, eat yo' heart out
Eat yo' heart out, eat yo' heart out
You a target, uh, I've acknowledge that, uh
Send my n***as on you, uh, they gon' acknowledge that, uh
Told 'em to kill yo' a**, uh, they gon' honor that, uh
They won't dishonor to that, uh, we don't dishonor that, uh
I'm with real n***as, uh ain't no fakes allowed, uh
I'm with real killers, uh, they'll blow you down, uh
I don't gotta say it, uh, they gon' do it on command
I don't gotta say it, cannon on me like I'm Mega Man
But I don't gotta spray it
I’m in the A, yeah, woah, ATL, my n***as skate, uh, yeah, ATL
Fry you like a plate, uh, yeah, ATL, i’m on wraith, ah, yeah, ha
Took her on a date, that b*t*h on her sh*t, her pu**y, uh, stank
And her a** fake, uh uh uh, she can’t even make that sh*t shake, hmm uh uh
High as a b*t*h yeah i'm baked, pour a four in that sh*t put me in a dream
I get so damn high that I can’t think, VVS on my Rollie, it skate like a ice ring, uh
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n***a in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
F**k her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
Pu**y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a n***a
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n***a
And take my body case if I get it