everythings the same but im different lyrics

[Chorus: Bleood]
b*tch im up im came from da gutta
Brand new porche let dluxx cut up
Most hated i feel like buddha
Pop out whole clique smooth like butta
He hate cause i f*cked his mudda
We bake
Straight run ts section
Ray gun Melt dat boy up
We up Inna rave might jugg em
Pole up Dough up
No cash Broke boy
She fine Rewind
Lemme see dat ass from behind
2 guns Pink 10s
And ah zip Im da plug
My nuts In yo face
Dunked on Lebron
2 poles Innis whip
We get pulled over im f*cked
2 cups Fulla tris
Momma said boy u next up
Ho u wanna f*ck witta thug
Me and jake got
Money on our minds
She need drugs hit my line
Ho im serving all the time
Ion got dat much time ya
This audi dont got the right time bruh
Mordecai i been fly ya
U rigby waistin my time bruh
Thas vivienne westwood mine ya
Dis dior dis sh*t mine ya
Dis craig morrison das mine brah
Thas vivienne westwood mine ya
Big dog like im jake bih
Big dog like im Clifford
Das chopped sh*t ion wan hit her
Blizzard on my wrist it hurt
[Verse: Zai]
Why di*k ride? Hop of di*k
You a fan and that sh*t make me sick
f*cking up my liver and my ribs
Imma (?) in this rave b*tch
b*tch I just got a headache I'm off it
Thats yo ho but I made her slit her wrist
Put my di*k all up on yo b*tch lips
Yea she sucking me she using all her spit
Oh my god
This ho so bad and she calling me her dad
We In this b*tch and we smoking hella gas
Can't feel my face cuz I'm smoking hella gas
My n*ggas blaze with that motherf*cking gat
Im smoking gas and that’s not a lie bruh (?)
Yo music ass, that sh*t is a fact
Im wit Mari and we're smokin hella gas
Im in the back
Im in the back
Im in the back
Im in the back
Im in the back
We never lack
We never lack
We never lack
We never lack
We in the rave yeah yeah yeah
b*tch we in the rave yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bleood]
b*tch im up im came from da gutta
Brand new porche let dluxx cut up
Most hated i feel like buddha
Pop out whole clique smooth like butta
He hate cause i f*cked his mudda
We bake
Straight run ts section
Ray gun Melt dat boy up
We up Inna rave might jugg em
Pole up Dough up
No cash Broke boy
She fine Rewind
Lemme see dat ass from behind
2 guns Pink 10s
And ah zip Im da plug
My nuts In yo face
Dunked on Lebron
2 poles Innis whip
We get pulled over im f*cked
2 cups Fulla tris
Momma said boy u next up
Ho u wanna f*ck witta thug
Me and jake got
Money on our minds
She need drugs hit my line
Ho im serving all the time