Ur Just Like Them lyrics

[Intro]
Go
Real Murda Worth sh*t I'm talm 'bout (Aye, b*tch)
Hop out that cut, flunk sh*t up, turn a n*gga into dust (b*tch)
Hop out that cut, flunk sh*t up, turn a n*gga into dust (Aye, b*tch)

[Verse]
Hop out that cut, flunk sh*t up, turn a n*gga into dust (b*tch, rrr, rrr)
A.R.P., 50 on drum, make a n*gga tail tuck (He tail)
Can’t show a n*gga from the city no pity, his ass ain’t tryna get burnt up (b*tch)
Think sh*t silly, girl, send it to the city, I ain’t tryna get- Ok
Two-feet tall with a wood grain grip (Grip), just know that’s a Drac (Drac)
If 30 was out, then it wouldn’t be sh*t (Be sh*t), we just buck at his face (His face)
I got n*ggas that’s dead in that grave (That grave)
I got n*ggas that’ll send you to space (To space)
I’ll put that n*gga in a grave (A grave), how you like what he sayin’ ‘bout Jace? (Jace?)
These n*ggas be b*tches, his ass get burnt up
f*ck with the opps, better pray they turnt up
She wanna lift her skirt up and I might do it if she can’t change (b*tch)
And I ain’t evеn flex no chain
Bought us a crib and got us some cars and sh*t
If you think he’s okay and keep you safе, the bullets’ll rain (Bullets'll rain)
I ain't cap this ain't nobody, I'm just bust your brain
Wake up and I think 'bout drills, I'll never be the same (Be the same)
Wake up and I think 'bout kills, but what 'bout the millions I made? (The millions I made)
Any little n*ggas ain't in the field, why you think he won't get baked? (He won't get baked)
[Bridge]
A n*gga like he won't get baked (Aye, he won't get baked)
You know I'm still getting paid
Real Murda Worth sh*t I'm talm 'bout
He won't get baked

[Chorus]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill sh*t
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil’ n*gga won’t kill sh*t
Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the sh*ts
That lil’ n*gga ain’t on none, y’all can lay it up
Y'all go lay it up, but I still been one-handed
Y'all go lay it up, but this b*tch a f*cker
How come you be dumb, that lil n*gga ain't on none
That n*gga too goofy, yeah, he double ducked

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drip sh*t
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil n*gga won't kill sh*t
Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the sh*ts
That lil n*gga ain't on none, y'all go lay it up
Y'all go lay it up, but I still been one-handed
Y'all go lay it up, but this b*tch a f*cker
How come you be dumb, that lil n*gga ain't on none
That n*gga too goofy, yeah, he double ducked