No Comparing (Unreleased) lyrics

[Intro: B-Lovee]
Uh-huhh

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I’m tired of the f*ckery, you know what’s up
Bullets stay stuck to me, I keep it tucked
She keep on callin’, she wanna f*ck (Uh-huh)
40 missed calls, I’m off double cups
Watch me start ballin’, like I’m on the bucks
Brodie off pills, swervin’ in the truck
He ain’t got no chill, he gon’ f*ck it up
Slide through that block, lookin’ for a chump
If we see a opp, I swear that he done (I swear that he done)
These hoes they be wildin’, no I ain’t the one (No I ain’t the one)
Movin’ real right, so I am the one (So they call me number one)
Jeans too tight, no I cannot run
I got a nice grip, tucked in my amiris
She like play that song I just wanna hear it
They say I'm the one and there ain't no comparing
How you send shots and I don't never hear 'em

[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
Spin through that block we gon' hop out the OJ
Don't really care we gon’ do it for fun
Big booty b*tch she said she go both ways
Ass in the air, she just having fun
Get to the gualla, all about a dollar (Uh-huh), get out my face if you ain't talkin' funds
If he move wock you know I gotta pop him (You know I gotta flock him)
Hop in the V now we on a run
[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
Uh-huh, now I gotta run
D's on my ass cause I got a gun
Adrenaline rushin' I'm like what the f*ck (I'm like what the f*ck?)
They say I'm they brother but they ain't do none (And they ain't do what?)
f*ck all them n*ggas man they really goofy (They really)
I got a new Glock and I'ma boom it
I got some new guap she wanna do me
I only do thots I like 'em boujee (Damn)
She wanna take pics this moment exclusive
f*ck all the opps what y'all really doin?
Uh-huh, broski he with me he totin' the stitch and he movin' real tact
Hop out the minivan how we attack
He tried to duck, he got hit in his hat
See number 1, then you better get back (Uh-huh)
Them savages with him, they gonna attack (Damn)
And I got the pole it go brrrrat
And just like the goons said, "shoot or get shot"
Cause we see a opp we shoot on the spot
We hit up that boy, his body in shock
f*ck all that talkin' we gon' extort him
We with the spinnin' and flossin'
We got that gualla, we see a opp we gon' off em

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I’m tired of the f*ckery, you know what’s up
Bullets stay stuck to me, I keep it tucked
She keep on callin’, she wanna f*ck
40 missed calls, I’m off double cups (Uh-huh)
Watch me start ballin’, like I’m on the bucks (Gang, gang, gang)
Brodie off pills, swervin’ in the truck
He ain’t got no chill, he gon’ f*ck it up (He gon' f*ck it up)
Slide through that block, lookin’ for a chump
If we see a opp, I swear that he done (You know that he gone)
These hoes they be wildin’, no I ain’t the one (No I ain’t the one)
Movin’ real right, so I am the one (So they call me number one)
Jeans too tight, no I cannot run
I got a nice grip, tucked in my amiris (Tucked in my, uh-huh)
She like play that song I just wanna hear it
They say i'm the one there ain't no comparing
How you send shots and I don't never hear 'em
[Outro: B-Lovee]
I don't never hear sh*t