LA4AWEEK - Aj Tracey, Swoosh, Sloan Evans

It’s just us, never them

Look all into the ends

Let me act like they my friends, but I know it is pretend

I’m ridin' lowkey in a Benz

They think that 'cause they wearing VLONE that that make us friends

But it’s us, never them, us, never them

It’s just us, never them

It’s just us, never them, us, never them

It’s just us, never them

Check, check, yo

Look, look

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

Yak in my cup and it’s fizzy

Always on the hunt for the Lizzy

Girls didn’t wanna see me

But they wanna see me now 'cause they see me with Drizzy

I’m in Los Angeles drunk

200 dollars on lunch

Boy you’re a prick, you’re a punk

VLONE when I crunk, no foul when I dunk

Fertile gyal with the soft skin

'Dem tings lookin' like mums

I ain’t pullin' out when I splash that

This girl’s gettin' that cum

You said I was broke and you lied

I just put a whip on my ice

I want a Lamb' not a Range

If I get a Range 'den I’m givin' it to Nyge

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

I don’t wanna link and build

'Cause man you got no skill

Pour my cup to the top 'til it’s filled

When I rinse out it smell like a pill

Said she can’t get enough of the thrill

Gotta end the show, told her backstage where she can sit and can chill

She said «Oh my God thank you for real»

Told her no pics on her Instagram 'cause my girl lurking for real

If she find you, I swear she gon' kill

But she took the risk still

I’m helping her straight out her heels

When we go out she pay for the bill

In the bed I treat her like my meal

That shit got me harder than steel

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

Story up, story up

Run it back again cause it’s not something adding up

Think it’s funny how I never give a fuck

When they think of me, yeah I had to switch it up

Yeah, I know

A flex behind every story that I told

Did it with no notice, I just had to touch road

Nod at the gems even though that I know

Still doing this for my…

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

I ain’t the same when I’m sober

Prolly got a chip on my shoulder

Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over

I want a matte black frog, not a Rover

I don’t do dirt, got a soldier

And he got it on him, no holster

Drink cold, but my neck colder

I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

Cookin' up a jawn like

Nyge