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Ain't the Same Video (MV)




Performed By: Actvs
Length: 2:23
Written by: Christian Creech




Actvs - Ain't the Same Lyrics
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Hop out, hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
Stack it up
Hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
My n***as got aim, they ready to shoot
Quit saying that shit you know you won't do
Stop showing that strap we know you don't shoot
Corvette, two door I'm chopping the roof (Vroom)
We ball so hard we never gone lose (Nah)
I'm loving' her face like McDonald's (Like McDonald's)
Put her in AMG this girl don't drive no Honda (Skrt Skrt)
These racks they stacked up to my knee no I won't fumble (Racks)
He claiming he real, we putting him out Royal Rumble (Put 'em out)
Wait on your turn, stay down, and just be humble (Just be humble)
This bitch crazy hell she tried to hide my condoms (No you can't )
Told her she crazy, bitch can't be my baby momma (Stupid bitch)
Walked out the room 'cause I can't deal with all that drama (I'm gone)
This bitch hot, summer
Kicking shit just like a punter
Don't want to fight that boy a runner
Can't f*ck with him, he ain't keep it a hunnid
(Damn bro you was supposed to keep a hunnid with me bro)
Hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
My n***as got aim, they ready to shoot
Quit saying that shit you know you won't do
Stop showing that strap we know you don't shoot
Corvette, two door I'm chopping the roof (Vroom)
We ball so hard we never gone lose (Nah)
These hoes gone get you they trying to trap
By myself trying to get on the map
Nah we ain't cool, can't get no dap
My bitch she G know she gone slap
I love this cash it's in my lap
They sleeping on me just like naps
Keep talking shit behind these apps
On IG, Twitter, and the snap
Quit playing all that IG talking get you killed (Yeah)
Don't play I know these real n***as in the field (Yeah)
One word they off you, you gone get yo brains spilled (Brain spilled)
They wipe your nose, somebody get this baby a bib (Get 'em a bib)
I'm trying to run up a M
Big body Benz and I'm blacking the rims
Think this shit a game but we not playing no f*cking Sims
These dogs with me attack, they gone bring off yo f*cking limp, n***a
Hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
My n***as got aim, they ready to shoot
Quit saying that shit you know you won't do
Stop showing that strap we know you don't shoot
Corvette, two door I'm chopping the roof
We ball so hard we never gone lose
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Hop out, hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
Stack it up
Hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
My n***as got aim, they ready to shoot
Quit saying that shit you know you won't do
Stop showing that strap we know you don't shoot
Corvette, two door I'm chopping the roof (Vroom)
We ball so hard we never gone lose (Nah)
I'm loving' her face like McDonald's (Like McDonald's)
Put her in AMG this girl don't drive no Honda (Skrt Skrt)
These racks they stacked up to my knee no I won't fumble (Racks)
He claiming he real, we putting him out Royal Rumble (Put 'em out)
Wait on your turn, stay down, and just be humble (Just be humble)
This bitch crazy hell she tried to hide my condoms (No you can't )
Told her she crazy, bitch can't be my baby momma (Stupid bitch)
Walked out the room 'cause I can't deal with all that drama (I'm gone)
This bitch hot, summer
Kicking shit just like a punter
Don't want to fight that boy a runner
Can't f*ck with him, he ain't keep it a hunnid
(Damn bro you was supposed to keep a hunnid with me bro)
Hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
My n***as got aim, they ready to shoot
Quit saying that shit you know you won't do
Stop showing that strap we know you don't shoot
Corvette, two door I'm chopping the roof (Vroom)
We ball so hard we never gone lose (Nah)
These hoes gone get you they trying to trap
By myself trying to get on the map
Nah we ain't cool, can't get no dap
My bitch she G know she gone slap
I love this cash it's in my lap
They sleeping on me just like naps
Keep talking shit behind these apps
On IG, Twitter, and the snap
Quit playing all that IG talking get you killed (Yeah)
Don't play I know these real n***as in the field (Yeah)
One word they off you, you gone get yo brains spilled (Brain spilled)
They wipe your nose, somebody get this baby a bib (Get 'em a bib)
I'm trying to run up a M
Big body Benz and I'm blacking the rims
Think this shit a game but we not playing no f*cking Sims
These dogs with me attack, they gone bring off yo f*cking limp, n***a
Hop out the Charger, hop in the coupe
We ain't the same I'm better than you
My n***as got aim, they ready to shoot
Quit saying that shit you know you won't do
Stop showing that strap we know you don't shoot
Corvette, two door I'm chopping the roof
We ball so hard we never gone lose
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Writer: Christian Creech
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