Not Like Us Freestyle Lyrics DaBaby
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Yeah, niggas is not like us
Niggas not like us
Niggas ain’t like me-dope boy, white T, fitted hat
I was shootin’ craps and playin’ spades when you played pitty pat
I was taught if nigga put his hands on you then hit him back
And if he be actin’ like he wanna put his hands on you then hit him first
I was hoppin’ out wit’ trash bags, them bitches full of work
You can ask the last few niggas that played wit’ me-they’ll tell you bullets hurt
And I ain’t talkin’ about the pews that you sit in but I got that wooden church
If a church shooter come walk in the sanctuary, I bet I put him down
I’m the one that up the score on niggas-that’s why I’m still in town
I’ll get on yo’ ass all by myself and make you simmer down
Nigga, you the typ_ to meet the fuckin’ plug and try to steal a pound
When you could’v_ got a hunnid on the face, but you a stupid nigga
They ain’t gon’ play wit’ me when they see me ’cause I’ma shoot the nigga
Ever since I was three, they hate on me-I’m kinda used to niggas
They callin’ the god damn phone all through the night; I’m out in Houston wit’ a five
Go against bossman, I’ll Boosie niggas
Believe that, nigga
Point behind the tint-nigga, don’t ever pull beside me
All them guns in yo’ pics, nigga, is you ever gon’ get a body?
I grab her by the neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
This ain’t karate, kid-I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi
This ain’t for college kids-somebody gon’ die here if they try me
I’m one of the coldest rappers out here-it’s alive but they tryna hide me
I was gettin’ fo’ hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn’t buy me
I’ll leave one of these bitch-ass niggas right here on the flo’-that’s on my momma
These niggas ain’t nutn like her baby; I be poppin’ this shit for my daughter
These niggas ain’t nutn like they daddy; I be poppin’ this shit for my niece
These niggas ain’t nutn like they unc; I’ma make the fuckin’ news every time they fuck wit’ me or touch me
On my motherfuckin’ brother, nigga
Block a bitch, delete her motherfuckin’ number
I ain’t finna talk to you ’til the end of motherfuckin’ summer
These niggas sports bettin’, talkin’ ’bout the over and under
I used to score extra-come get fo’, I’ll throw you another
Nigga, m-