b*tch I Met lyrics

[Intro: 03 Greedo]
OOO333- - yeeee
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I
What you transforming or something?
What the fucc?
It’s like a week

[Chorus]
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I follow
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I follow
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I folllloow
The b*tch I met, like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met

[Verse 1: A.R. the Mermaid]
You ain’t like the n*gga that I met on the net
You be capping for the gram
You ain’t really like that
Do this sh*t for fun
Your Ex-b*tch love me say my music make
Her coochie wet
I be posted on thе block
I’ll die about my respect
You look bеtter on that IG
In person who is that
You a different dude
I can’t fucc with you
Might just switch out these n*ggas
Call it swicharoo
Switch these n*ggas out
I ain’t playing with em
Standing on the business real gang member
Got these n*ggas in they feelings
Cry a river
I be in these n*ggas mouth
Painkillers
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I follow
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I follow
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I folllloow
The b*tch I met, like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch that a n*gga
Double [?] gotta live just like I’m locked up
And I need another week
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch that
I used to want to eat
You ain’t nothing like these b*tches
That be all up on D
Your ex-n*gga ain’t nothing like these n*ggas
That riding with the stick
Your ex-n*gga ain’t no trapper
Your ex-n*gga don’t take trips
He be saying that he a rapper
He ain’t never made no hits
He be saying he got action
He ain’t never in the field
He ain’t nothing like the n*gga
That you thought he really is
03 Greedo really live the type of life
He said he live
Off the top rip
Probably got one hundred rounds
Of his heels
Yeahhh
[Verse 3: A.R. the Mermaid]
I’m a rich b*tch (uh) I got issues
And you know Cripping
Giving the n*ggas blues (uh, uh)
I’m in love with money
Gotta keep it coming
I be trapping all night uh
Until the morning
Keep the sit with me
We like Martin and Tommy
Let a n*gga play
Tell ‘em run up on me
Say he think he know me
Because you follow me
I be outside n*ggas police
n*ggas duck and hiding
They ain’t really street
You just outside looking in
You don’t know me
Nothing like the rest
So don’t disrespect
I be posted with the uh uh
Give me that

[Chorus]
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I follow
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I follow
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I folllloow
The b*tch I met, like the b*tch I met
You ain’t nothing like the b*tch I met