King Von - Same As Us lyrics

Banger, banger see I got my chain from Eazy
And bitch I'm a gangster really
Won't fight, I tote the glizzy
DJ on the beat so it's a bomb

See I got my chain from Eazy (Uh, uh)
And bitch I'm a gangster really (Uh, uh)
Won't fight, I tote a glizzy (Uh, uh)
And if you want smoke then come and get it
(Boom boom)
On the block soon I get to the city (Oh yeah)
Everyone be smilin', they miss me (Uh, uh)
All the hoes that pass me whisper (Oh yeah)
Girl that nigga Von can get it
See I'm so street and bitch I'm dangerous
If you ain't kill nobody
You can't hang with us
Ain't tryna kick it, boy I heard you snitch
All my old hoes say I been changin' up
We won't lack, keep my banger tucked
(Uh, uh)
And now you old rappers need to hang it up
(Uh, uh)
And they don't tote fifties 'cause
They ain't gettin' busy, boy
These niggas ain't the same as us (Boom)

Nah, nah
I think about paintin' the city (Uh, uh)
I might do a hit out the Bentley (Boom)
All in her mouth but my kids on her titties
All of my niggas they crazy and deli (yeah)
My lil' bitch act like Keisha from belly
(yeah) mind on that murder
I'm screamin' free Melly
Can't do no free features
Lil' niggas just Zelle me
(Just Zelle me, uh, uh)
I'm thinking 'bout buyin' the Rover
(Vroom-vroom)
I'm thinking 'bout runnin' them over
(Skrrr)
Been doin' hit prolly blow out the motor
(Boom boom) i saw your bitch and I
Told her "Come closer" (Come here)
I runnin' up to the shit
Like I'm 'posed to
(Just like I'm 'posed to)
He actin' tough, put that boy on a poster
(Boy on a poster)
She wanna fuck so I crack then I ghost

See I got my chain from Eazy (Uh, uh)
And bitch I'm a gangster really (Uh, uh)
Won't fight, I tote a glizzy (Uh, uh)
And if you want smoke then come and get it
(Boom boom)
On the block soon I get to the city (Oh yeah)
Everyone be smilin', they miss me (Uh, uh)
All the hoes that pass me whisper (Oh yeah)
Girl that nigga Von can get it
See I'm so street and bitch I'm dangerous
If you ain't kill nobody
You can't hang with us
Ain't tryna kick it, boy I heard you snitch
All my old hoes say I been changin' up
We won't lack, keep my banger tucked
(Uh, uh)
And now you old rappers need to hang it up
(Uh, uh)
And they don't tote fifties 'cause
They ain't gettin' busy, boy
These niggas ain't the same as us (Boom)

DJ on the beat so it's a banger