All The Same Lyrics

Shawty, swing my way
Sure look good to me
Now would you please swing my way?
Shawty, swing my way
(Swing it over here, shawty)

In the middle of nowhere and I still found you
Grippin' on your butt when it's—
Uh, ayy, grippin' on your butt when it's time for round two
Me and all my niggas is the same
Me and all my niggas cut from the same— what?
If it come down to it, who gon' ta—
Ayy, if it come down to it, who gon' take a charge?
I'll breach from the backend
She suck it like a vacuum
Pants saggin', it's a MAC-10
Chalk a nigga like a classroom

Wh— wh— ayy
Wh— wh-wh-wh-what?
Yeah, aight
Aight, nah, for sure
You know a nigga like me just tryna cut your head
I don't want no problems
I don't want no tithes, baby

Know a nigga like me just tryna cut head
Jump shot 'fore you hit the bed
Real tight, real wet, down your leg
You know niggas cowards and I'll say it
I'll devour it, yeah
Let me stick it in, let me s—

Bring that drank my way
Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring that—
Bring that mouth my way
Bring them M's my way
Mm, mm
I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker
You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner, you the ho, ho
It's us

Gang, Gangerski
I don't think no ho wanna hug on a broke nigga (Yeah)
I'm goin' through a lot of smoke with me
Rein' up on the drugs like I'm dope flippin' (Shh)
We need a 'bow of the Wock', gang chain sippin' (Right now)
Big bro doin' house visits
Yeah, we all in Louis in the morning like they sell breakfast
We blew a fifty in the morning, never ate breakfast
We need some better competition, niggas can't check us (On my mama)
Can't Be 'Crete boys over any nigga (Gang)
I told her the pool in the back, she a skinny dipper (She naked)
I had to take a nigga wife, I'm a real nigga (Woo-hoo)
Ain't no green pints allowed, we the seal rippers
Make a ho get a job, take her card skimmin' (A job)
Sell a thousand in this town, then I'm city-switchin' (Skrrt)
If I tell you, "Swear to God," probably lyin' to you (Haha)
Ten times out of nine, got the fire with us (Bap, bap)
That nigga Lil Boat like my God-brother ('Crete boy)
We boardin' big jets, not crop dustin' (Hahaha)
She grant my every wish like a fairy godmother
I'm probably goin' to Hell, the opps die, I laugh at 'em
I help so many people, sometimes I be tired of 'em
No cap, though
Can't Be Fucked With boys, Veeze Wavy 'Crete

Bring that drank my way
Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring that—
Bring that mouth my way
Bring them M's my way
Mm, mm
I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker
You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner
Bring that drank my way
Bring them Percs my way, baby girl, bring that—
Bring that mouth my way
Bring them M's my way
Mm, mm
I'm the floor shaker, I'm the trunk beater, I'm the ho sticker
You're the ass-kisser, you're the store runner, you the ho, ho