Not Like Us (Mixed) [Dylan Ali] lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap n*gga, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a n*gga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass n*ggas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, f*ck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n*ggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort sh*t, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b*tch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, f*ck 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a b*tch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
[Verse 2]
The family matter and the truth of the matter
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

[Bridge]
Mm
Mm-mm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a
Freaky-ass n*gga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass n*gga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass n*gga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass n*gga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way

[Outro]
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way