Same Crew (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DeJ Loaf]
Same b*tches, same b*tches
Different city but I'm with the same b*tches
Same b*tches, same b*tches
Different city but I'm with the same b*tches
I been getting money with the same b*tches
And every time you see me with the same b*tches
I been getting money with the same b*tches
And every time you see me with the same b*tches

[Pre-Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas

[Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Same n*ggas, same n*ggas
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Same n*ggas, same n*ggas
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas

[Verse 1: Ray Jr.]
Shout out to my dog Roland, that’s the OG
Know I got the streets on lock like a door key
My n*gga Big Tony saying get back on that streets sh*t
Junior that new wave, got these n*ggas seasick
Started out on Haiti, made it out of EK
Now they bump my sh*t in Houston like Lil Kiki
Dolph said he had to send his b*tch to law school
Five b*tches in the Benz, that’s a carpool
Real n*gga, screaming keep doing your thing, homie
City screaming Bron go and get that ring, homie
Brand new Rolls, had to whip that b*tch with two hands
Free dope boy, b*tch I need them freak bands
Ay, your baby mama is a cheater, n*gga
I gave her cheese for that pus*y like a pizza, n*gga
Her code sixty-nine on my beeper, n*gga
I’m with twin, that’s my motherf*cking squeezer, n*gga
And we the
[Chorus: Ray Jr]
Same n*ggas, same n*ggas
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Same n*ggas, same n*ggas
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas

[Post-Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
50 pints, 100 b*tches, 20 pistols
Smokin' out a different pound with the same n*ggas
Rap money, trap money, that's the same scrilla
I had to cut that n*gga off, man, cause I ain't feel him
Don’t give a f*ck, f*ck that n*gga and everybody with him
All I talk about is the streets because I’m really in 'em
A half a milli worth of kill, I wrap 'em up and send 'em
I hit the trap and get rid of 'em with my same n*ggas
Different b*tch, same clique, naw I don’t switch
30 round extended clip, naw I don’t miss
Got a thick red b*tch, go to Ole Miss
60K on my wrist, I just took a sh*t
And I’m with the
[Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Same n*ggas, same n*ggas
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Same n*ggas, same n*ggas
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas

[Post-Chorus: Ray Jr.]
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas

[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
I don’t ball, jewelry got the same glitter
I just came to do me, you just seem bitter
And my life is a movie you ain’t seeing, n*gga
Look at my watch, that’s 30 thousand
Look at my drop, that’s a f*cking stallion
Perelli on the wheels, heavy on the chills
Link up in the field, major without a deal
BSB records, we the f*cking streets
Young Troy Ave, I’m a f*cking beast
Now I wave the flag for the f*cking East
I used to use glass when I’m busting keys
[Bridge: DeJ Loaf]
Same b*tches, same b*tches
Different city but I'm with the same b*tches
Same b*tches, same b*tches
Different city but I'm with the same b*tches
I been getting money with the same b*tches
And every time you see me with the same b*tches
I been getting money with the same b*tches
And every time you see me with the same b*tches

[Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly]
Check me out, hold up, wait a minute
Your b*tch gone in 60 seconds
Smoking on some kill, still living
b*tch I’m throwing Ls and I’m still winning
Switch the flow up, they pay me to show up
Keep the same crew but I always switch the ho up
Same drink, got the dark with the cola
b*tches come in twos to the boat like Noah
God damn it, Kells in the spot, don’t panic
And that boy got more brothers than Janet
And they be wildin' out, no Nick Cannon
Get drunk, have a baby, don’t plan it
Still standing with the

[Outro: Ray Jr.]
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas
Thirty bottles, ten b*tches
Different city but I’m with the same n*ggas