Same sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)

[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully]
You still with the same n*ggas doin' the same sh*t
I don't see myself f*ckin' a b*tch if she basic
I damn near made it out the hood, I still'll trap inside the basement
Man, still post up at the vacant, man, we the dogs, we tryna shake sh*t
Man, f*ck hoes, take trips, get money and do the same sh*t again
If she like, "What this button do?", she ain't never been in a Benz
I got the kind of di*k these hoes, they gotta tell they friends
And Wheel of Fortune when we in that striker, we gotta spin again (Shee)

[Verse 2: OnFully]
Me and TeeJaee like a slingshot, we double back
This a slap contest with this Drac', somebody gettin' smacked
Fully stay on a hundred, I stay away from rats
You talkin' too fast to me, don't know what you gettin' at
If you ain't tryna make no money, stay the f*ck from 'round me
Sellin' pies out the trap like it's Hungry Howie's
I got that soft in a bag like it's baby powder
They comin' back for some more, the house gettin' crowded (Shee)
I'm with the same gang, different states, same sh*t
Overslept, when I'm the stu', I have to change shifts
Lil' b*tch love ridin' around with Fully 'cause she eatin' di*k
Caution tape around the opps, them n*ggas gettin' picked
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully]
You still with the same n*ggas doin' the same sh*t
I don't see myself f*ckin' a b*tch if she basic
I damn near made it out the hood, I still'll trap inside the basement
Man, still post up at the vacant, man, we the dogs, we tryna shake sh*t
Man, f*ck hoes, take trips, get money and do the same sh*t again
If she like, "What this button do?", she ain't never been in a Benz
I got the kind of di*k these hoes, they gotta tell they friends
And Wheel of Fortune when we in that striker, we gotta spin again

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, I'll take you to that money, come and ride with me
I don't take hoes on dates, I just fly 'em out of town with me
Boy, I made a hundred with your b*tch, she was just drivin' for me
Probably don't even know my name, but she just know I got a lot of money
And still be in the kitchen whippin' this sh*t up like I'm your granny
Don't try to race me out in traffic, you'd die tryna get past me
Quit hoopin', I'd be doin' other sh*t
Quit hurtin', I'd be f*ckin' with a whole 'nother b*tch
Man, life tragic
f*ck a b*tch and put her ass right out 'cause I'm a savage
Out of town in Atlanta in a 'Vette, this b*tch a fast one
I told Miles, man, let me see the Urus, I ain't gon' crash it
Man, it don't matter where we was at, you know me, I always had it
Me and Fully be on the same sh*t, we f*ck the same hoes
We got the same guns, we got the same bros
Fake gangster rappin'-ass n*ggas, man, I hate those
Man, real killer, I used to make a baby Glock out of my Legos
[Outro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)