Caponedagod - Nothin' Like It Lyrics

I ain't nun like ya
We ain't nun alike
You grew up a bitch, I'm really like that I was born to fight
Lil cuz on a drill I told em don't forget to dump the pipe
I seen niggas take they last breathe and seen some come to life
I ain't nun like ya
Might run a gun by ya
Mobb niggas had him lost of words he died in subtitles
My hoe steady worried I ain't gon make it bitch I love rifles
I'll tell yo mama to tell yo ass to chill for I make her son viral
It ain't nun like a quarter million cash
It ain't nun like hittin the road to come back with a stash
Lil cuz trigger finger itching he tryna get rid of that rash
They gave that pussy MVP because he pass like steve nash
I'm on yo ass
You don't think I know it's snakes up in my grass
They can nail me to the cross nigga I'll die for Dirtykash
Just do it fast
Lil bro down to up switchy he'll crash
I'm a rich f*ckin bastard but I remember when I was last
On the guys
Keep it pushing you know this shit get sticky sticky
She keep bringing up old shit I don't wanna talk bout fifty fifty's
I'ma rich f*ck but niggas wasn't around when it was risky
I was making money with the felons the AR kickback like Nowitzki
Like Nahfrski
She a nahfr fiend
This a nahfr team
With some nahfr dreams
This shit bigger than it seems
Me and DB on the road we was tryna pick up everything
Ten milly so big when I shoot I gotta lean
Yea
Yea
It ain't nun like seeing yo mama cry
It ain't nun like losing ya best friends to homocide
I don got some numb to death they ain't een gotta check to calm me down
I was sixteen stepping on niggas necks if they cross the line
Every thing that I say goes that's the bottom line
Every blitz we just change zones we shoot like columbine
Every trip we exchange hoes they love them dollar signs
Nahfr
I ain't nun like ya
We ain't nun alike
You grew up a bitch, I'm really like that I was born to fight
Lil cuz on a drill I told em don't forget to dump the pipe
I seen niggas take they last breathe and seen some come to life
I ain't nun like ya
Might run a gun by ya
Mobb niggas had him lost of words he died in subtitles
My hoe steady worried I ain't gon make it bitch I love rifles
I'll tell yo mama to tell yo ass to chill for I make her son viral
Before I make her son shhhhhh
Nahfr
Nahfr f*ckin boys nigga
Niggas know
Yea