No Comparison
Don't compare me baby girl, I'm not your last nigga
He tryna get attention, meanwhile I'm a bag getter
He acting bad, but he running from this ass whooping
I don't care if we don't talk, I'm never ass kissing
I can rap, but I'm nothing like these rap niggas
This right here is genuine, it ain't no cap in it
Money make the closest people to you act different
Everybody gon' love you when your bag different
I can ball later, but right now, I'ma stack digits
When I get the work, I'm a gymnast, it start back-flippin
If I'm mad enough, I might pull up and just smack niggas
I can't fuck with cous, I don't trust 'em, heard he bad business
G-Star jeans, I'ma try to stuff some racks in 'em
How is it gas if your weed got them seeds in it?
If I wear these ACGs, then I mean business
I deserve to live the life that I've been dreaming
Roddy Ricch, I've been ballin' every season
They don't like me, but can't give a valid reason
I'ma have to cross a nigga if he reach in
The odds against me, so I gotta make it even
We might cook him like some dinner in the evening
Friends turn enemies, trust me, I done seen it
She want my semen, baby girl a demon
I ain't lying, baby girl a semen demon
He annoying just like Beans from Even Stevens
You cut me deep, but I wasn't even bleeding
Said you loved me, but you didn't even mean it
If I love you, you can have it if you need it
He tryna get attention, meanwhile I'm a bag getter
He acting bad, but he running from this ass whooping
I don't care if we don't talk, I'm never ass kissing
I can rap, but I'm nothing like these rap niggas
This right here is genuine, it ain't no cap in it
Money make the closest people to you act different
Everybody gon' love you when your bag different
I can ball later, but right now, I'ma stack digits
When I get the work, I'm a gymnast, it start back-flippin
If I'm mad enough, I might pull up and just smack niggas
I can't fuck with cous, I don't trust 'em, heard he bad business
G-Star jeans, I'ma try to stuff some racks in 'em
How is it gas if your weed got them seeds in it?
If I wear these ACGs, then I mean business
I deserve to live the life that I've been dreaming
Roddy Ricch, I've been ballin' every season
They don't like me, but can't give a valid reason
I'ma have to cross a nigga if he reach in
The odds against me, so I gotta make it even
We might cook him like some dinner in the evening
Friends turn enemies, trust me, I done seen it
She want my semen, baby girl a demon
I ain't lying, baby girl a semen demon
He annoying just like Beans from Even Stevens
You cut me deep, but I wasn't even bleeding
Said you loved me, but you didn't even mean it
If I love you, you can have it if you need it
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Writer(s): Brendon Poulson
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