Different Breed
Gotta take the wins the losses it's real ones and bosses
We only speak in facts we let them lie in them coffins
Still hold him liable I been legit since a jit
I been around 45's since I was 5'4
Now I shine like the Bellagio
Shawty hop up on this mountain she like them fountains
You can come and sit round here if you aint 1000
The only time Im worry about 100 is when I'm counting
Tryna get richer than Roddy
Got that money counter in thr back sounding like Yo Gotti
Shawty head fire when she ride I call her Yatchy
And I was always told it aint good unless its sloppy
Nigga say I wasn't like that fuck I care
They talk slick I pulled up and everybody got scared
Ain't nobody was there them niggas know how I'm living
If you don't know how I'm moving then gon head mind your business
Uh yea
Nigga swear to God I'ma different breed
Uh yea
In that LeftLane it's a different speed
Uh yea
Blowing on that flame this some different weed
And you know it's COD you get that shit from me
Uh yea
Nigga swear to God I'ma different breed
In that LeftLane it's a different speed
Blowing on that flame this some different weed
And you know it's COD you get that shit from me
My grandpops said "Boy I knew you'd be the man"
Konnichiwa bitches, head to shoes I'm in Japan
Them aftermarkets fu slime, please redo the band
And then redo your deal or watch your label force your hands
Nigga face card good, I ain't to playing Poker
Triple double off the white like Luka or The Joker
The game ain't over; all you losing is your focus
The ones ain't got no purpose so I lose em out at Strokers
Who you know?
Who you know?
This cold without no backing homie?
Can't come outside this cold and not be packing homie
Walk disco how them diamonds dancing on me
Box from Frisco, now all the plays gon answer for me
Uh
The silliest jewels; affiliate goons quick to put you on the news
While you was at work, bustin ya ass
Ya shawty just DM'd the nudes
Don't fuck with no bitches that be in the minus
My bitches just be in the nude
Niggas ain't having and niggas ain't dripping
They bitches don't be in the mood
Money always on my line check da call log
Money always on my mind I'll never fall off
Hoe I'm always on my job I never called off
If you talk about the squad you get hauled off
Grrrrttt
We only speak in facts we let them lie in them coffins
Still hold him liable I been legit since a jit
I been around 45's since I was 5'4
Now I shine like the Bellagio
Shawty hop up on this mountain she like them fountains
You can come and sit round here if you aint 1000
The only time Im worry about 100 is when I'm counting
Tryna get richer than Roddy
Got that money counter in thr back sounding like Yo Gotti
Shawty head fire when she ride I call her Yatchy
And I was always told it aint good unless its sloppy
Nigga say I wasn't like that fuck I care
They talk slick I pulled up and everybody got scared
Ain't nobody was there them niggas know how I'm living
If you don't know how I'm moving then gon head mind your business
Uh yea
Nigga swear to God I'ma different breed
Uh yea
In that LeftLane it's a different speed
Uh yea
Blowing on that flame this some different weed
And you know it's COD you get that shit from me
Uh yea
Nigga swear to God I'ma different breed
In that LeftLane it's a different speed
Blowing on that flame this some different weed
And you know it's COD you get that shit from me
My grandpops said "Boy I knew you'd be the man"
Konnichiwa bitches, head to shoes I'm in Japan
Them aftermarkets fu slime, please redo the band
And then redo your deal or watch your label force your hands
Nigga face card good, I ain't to playing Poker
Triple double off the white like Luka or The Joker
The game ain't over; all you losing is your focus
The ones ain't got no purpose so I lose em out at Strokers
Who you know?
Who you know?
This cold without no backing homie?
Can't come outside this cold and not be packing homie
Walk disco how them diamonds dancing on me
Box from Frisco, now all the plays gon answer for me
Uh
The silliest jewels; affiliate goons quick to put you on the news
While you was at work, bustin ya ass
Ya shawty just DM'd the nudes
Don't fuck with no bitches that be in the minus
My bitches just be in the nude
Niggas ain't having and niggas ain't dripping
They bitches don't be in the mood
Money always on my line check da call log
Money always on my mind I'll never fall off
Hoe I'm always on my job I never called off
If you talk about the squad you get hauled off
Grrrrttt
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Writer(s): Marshall Lowery Ii
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