Different - FBG Duck

Hey Ewell, I don’t want no autotune

Fuck all that shit

It’s like when you record me, and I rap on your mic

That’s a problem for the streets

Look

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

Ugh, I’m too different bro

Like you tryna use somebody else phone, you need a different code

I got different hoes

Fucked 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

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

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 motherfucker)

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

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