Same n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Drego]
Man

[Verse 1: Drego]
Ayy, that lil' sh*t you flashin', I just poured in a fluid
Five hundred, that's your rent, we put that sh*t in a 'Wood
Ain't sh*t change, n*gga, we just got some fame in the hood
I'm still the same n*gga, I just brought the plug to the hood
They say ain't no straps allowed, I'm still Jim Carrey-ing
We got more f*ckin' routes than that b*tch Harriet
I be talkin' when we f*ckin', yeah, I need narrative
Yeah it's F-A-B-P-H-B, f*ck a b*tch, pay her bills

[Verse 2: Beno]
Will I choose the lean over her? sh*t, hell yeah
Will I put the bag down for her? sh*t, I wouldn't dare
I clutch the pole 'cause I seen an opp in my rear
All this sh*t we did in two years, we really spent a mil'
We got the turn-around on dog and we got a deal
And we got the turn-around on oranges when I'm in the 'Ville
Lil' cuz hit the road just to sip a seal
My sister said can she shoot some sh*t? I said, "You might as well"
I would give you some game, but you tight as hell
I can't show her anything 'cause she might just tell

[Verse 3: Drego]
Man, with this Glock 19 I feel like Raja Bell
These n*ggas ain't built to last, man, these n*ggas frail
I can't even lie, yeah, it's goin' swell
This one route I got, heavy clientele
It's like I ain't smoking weed, I can't take an L
Yeah, it's time to OD, bring a Wocky seal
This fast shooter that I got, I call him Terry Mills
Catch your ass on Warren and Bonners at the Forman Mills
It might be a holiday, my hitter throwin' deals
A light fifteen hundred'll get a n*gga killed
Yeah, he construction work, yeah, he good with drills
Three-hundred sixty-five days just to get a mil'
My baby turn around and turn around, he dizzy now
I told him slow down on the road, he up fifty now
Martin Lawrence off of Life, he gon' get the pie
Then get that b*tch in the kitchen, he gon' whip it now
[Verse 4: Beno]
We got that 1738, that Fetty Wap
Off that one trap, made like fifty thousand, sixty thousand
Swear to God I hate a b*tch that be always hounding
Get that bag goin' real fast and buy your b*tch designer
Pull up and stunt on your block and play you like a coward
My old heads, they still rich, they turn it up off powder