NothinLikeUs - Curtis Williams

Look, I said

Been banked up, got a check in my pocket

That’s how a nigga came in

And the shit so big, can’t fit in no wallet

That’s how a nigga came in

Booked so many shows that the money won’t fold

I just need me a straight shot of gin

Your bitch want to kick it, she like how I’m living

I promise that we was just friends

All these damn drugs, Imma do em

Ask about the money that I made, I ran through it

The way a young nigga talking, might sue him

Mama say chill, what the fuck I been doing

Shit chilling, just living

Looking at cars, motherfucker big spending

Taking all these young nigga women

Tell she been sniffing cause her nose still dripping

Off a few tabs so I’m tripping

Blunt after blunt to the face till I’m lifted

Screaming Two-9 till I’m finished

Nigga Two-9 till I’m, ahh

Say you smoking weed my nigga, ain’t hitting no weed like us

Say you getting money my nigga, ain’t touching no money like us

Say you like drugs my nigga, ain’t none of y’all high like us

You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us

You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us

Nothing like us, nothing like us

You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us

Nothing like us, nothing like us

I don’t think a nigga want to be high like this

So addicted to the life, Imma die like this

Your bitch my bitch, it don’t even make sense

Your bitch stop worrying bout a bitch, make sense

I smoke in peace, they so antagonizing

They say they live life, but I know they lying

Ok, everything fine with me

Bitch look good, but she fine with me

Motherfucker swearing niggas that they ride for me

Motherfucker can’t pull up on side of me

We can’t even pull up at the motherfucking bank, overseas money

Nigga it ain’t nothing, that mama need money

Niggas talking money, but the shit’s so funny

Niggas talking money, but the shit’s so funny

If your bank don’t fold you can fuck every ho

But not like us, I can fuck her out the dust

Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust

Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust

Me and Curt still chilling and they still ain’t up

Nigga shut the bitch down, we gon turn the bitch up

Everybody want to rap, but they still not us

Everybody want to rap, but they still not us

I be killing everything I see and I ain’t even fucking start, boup boup

Rapping on the track, Curt and Key!

But my whip is push to start

All I see is red on the track, it’s everything, look like a target

Im running with your bitch boy, have her legs split like aparted

Everybody want me on the cover and I’m sonnin' all these rappers

I could swear I be their mother

Then I serve em like a butler

Hova, I’m a, I’m a hustler

Smoke it in the paper like a rasta

Swear they know my name from the UK to out in Russia

Pop a lot of bands that’s why my hands are marked with rubber

Smoking on some green, I caught control, I call it flubber

Boy, fuck do you think that this is

Word to my brother Collard, we the shit

No Kardashian, we popping off Cris

Check out the Rollie, no time for this shit

Fuck boy, Danny Seth’s who I fucking be

And I ain’t fucking her unless I’m seeing her ID

We ain’t even got to ask about the fucking team

Curt Williams, Danny Seth, and the Key!