Fbg Duck Different Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey Ewell, I don't want no autotune
f*ck all that shit
It's like when you record me, and I rap on your mic
That's a problem for the streets
Look

[Chorus]
Never see me with the same bitch 'cause I got different hoes
Never see me with the same gun 'cause I got different poles
Yesterday, I had all fifties, this a different roll
Never sound the same on every track 'cause I got different flows
Niggas shot your homie, and you cryin', what you bitchin for?
Niggas tellin' lies 'bout how they sliding, but you didn't though
Niggas put they trust in all these bitches, we be tricking though
Never expected you to be like me, I got a different soul

[Verse 1]
Ugh, I'm too different bro
Like you tryna use somebody else phone, you need a different code
I got different hoes
f*cked that bitch in aunty's crib, she thought it was unc but that's a different flow
I ain't gon' mention though
Yesterday I had the Glock on me, I got that Smith n' though
I'm too different, whoa
You be chasing bitches, I chase rolls, we got different goals
[Chorus]
Never see me with the same bitch 'cause I got different hoes
Never see me with the same gun 'cause I got different poles
Yesterday, I had all fifties, this a different roll Never sound the same on every track 'cause I got different flows
Niggas shot your homie, and you cryin', what you bitchin for?
Niggas tellin' lies 'bout how they sliding, but you didn't though
Niggas put they trust in all these bitches, we be tricking though
Never expected you to be like me, I got a different soul

[Verse 2]
You like goofy hoes
Bet I can make that bitch give me some head, I up this dookie roll
Try to rob me? that's a stupid move
Bullets in the chopper look like Tootsie Rolls (shoot a motherf*cker)
They don't get it though
Niggas talk that street shit, they not with it though
Opposition, we offended those
Bullets in the shotgun look like penny rolls, money

[Chorus]
Never see me with the same bitch 'cause I got different hoes
Never see me with the same gun 'cause I got different poles
Yesterday, I had all fifties, this a different roll
Never sound the same on every track 'cause I got different flows
Niggas shot your homie, and you cryin', what you bitchin for?
Niggas tellin' lies 'bout how they sliding, but you didn't though
Niggas put they trust in all these bitches, we be tricking though
Never expected you to be like me, I got a different soul