I’m Different (Emotionless) lyrics

[Intro]
(8-808)
Ugh, your whole—, ugh
See, that's why I had so much loyalty to you when your n*ggas was in my sh*t, bruh
I l—, You know what, I'm not even goin' to be petty either, 'cause I got my own sh*t goin' on
It's cool though, really, enjoy yourself
You—you a different type of guy
Huh, I'm different, huh, huh, I'm different, yeah, yeah, I'm different
And I didn't think you was, but you are
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, you thought
I really thought like, I really thought our brains was, you know, were in the f*ck sync
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, f*ck what you thought
Like, I'm just kee-kee'ing at this 'cause it's funny to me, but okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, f*ck the law
Huh, huh, f*ck these hoes, raw
Huh, huh, f*ck these hoes, huh, huh, raw
I can send you my friends, but you know, you know this sh*t a cult with me and my b*tches
Huh, huh, f*ck these hoes, yeah, I'm all in her jaw
Like, I am the ring f*ckin' leader, ho

[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, f*ck the b*tch 'till I get soft
Huh, huh, huh, f*ck the b*tch, tell her, "Nod off," Let's go
Huh, f*ck the b*tch, yeah, with my dog, huh, switch-a-roo
f*ck the b*tch, yeah, with my dog, yeah, switch-a-roo
Now he mad 'cause he can't control what these b*tches do
I f*cked your b*tch, recorded it, and then I sent the pic' to you
She singin' all my songs, she know every word, she like my visuals
And if I leave my house, you knowin', yeah, it's them residuals
I'm in the Bentley coupe, and that b*tch tinted, ooh
I'm outside, and you know it's hot, so I'm dropping the ceiling
Huh, I ain't put my pride to the side, but baby, I'm feeling you
Killing who? These n*ggas ain't on nun', I put some bills on you
Emotionless, yeah, Novacane, I cannot feel sh*t
Way back when I ain't have nun', if I wanted something, I'd go steal it
I keep that sh*t any time, I don't leave my crib without my steel
I go crazy on them pills, and I go crazy without 'em
He was playing 'bout my money, and my n*gga shot him
f*ck your gang, f*ck your clan, f*ck your top shotta
My young n*gga take you off, for the top dollar
I'm with the gang, I'm with the clan, yeah, top golf
And when I'm not with the gang, yeah, I'm getting topped off
I'm tryna put my glizzy in her buns, like a hotdog
Let's go, pourin' up this wock, I got a lot dog, let's go
Pourin' up that red, I call it hot sauce, let's go
f*ckin' on your b*tch, tryna get my rocks off
Tryna get my di*k sucked, tryna get my nut off, yeah