Molly Brazy, G.T., Nuk - Different Bracket lyrics

(Rocaine, baby)

From a source, I heard you take it
I'ma show her how we ball
I got her court side with the gangsters
From a source, they heard we make it
In the trap, I'm catching balls
Like I'm a shortstop, i'm with
We put up thirty-three like Danny Grainger
Boy, I really play the hills
I put a trap by forest rangers
I got a bitch that's out
Of town sellin' dope, boy, i'm the man
They know I got that type of money
That turn Coach into a Benz
You sell eight balls by the tenth
Boy, the only time my fiends withdrawal
It's ATM i can outsell you alone
When I take it out thе pot
Watch how an ounce still hit the phone
Pop a Pеrc' and then I wear her out
Do it like it's fashion
Why I call her wildlife
She got a pussy like a badger
We hit the mall and spend it all
We do not like to hassle
Creep while I got Drac' and I'm
Gon' do you like Degrassi

Ayy, this real money
Not that little shit you like flashin'
Bust a bag down to rap about it
Whippin' fashion
Bitch heard me talking money
She thought I was braggin'
Just know I'm gettin' chicken
With some extra cabbage
Fifty on me all blues
Look like I'm doing taxes
New whip, dark tint when I'm out in traffic
Hit the road, where I'm going, bro
You know I tax 'em
Don't even talk about no pape'
We in a different

Broke nigga sayin' they fucked
Did they tell you they was dreaming?
Give the ho to your nigga, bitch
I bet he leave you
Bad bitch, every time I drip it's new season
All y'all hoes weak, bitch
You probably the weakest
Lashes on fleek, face beat, neck blingin'
Expensive-ass bundles, good inches
I'll swing it my nigga love this pussy
Always saying I'm a demon
Get another cold bitch, we gon' tag-team him
New bag with the shoes, bitch
You know I need it
Hit the set with all blues, bitch
You know I'm eatin'
Little bitch keep lookin' at me
Think she wanna eat it
Hatin'-ass broke hoes mad, they wanna be me
You know about the gang
Drop classics and shit
Bad bitches on the 'Gram
Double tapping my pics
And all the rich niggas wanna
Cast me some shit
If you a ham, get you robbed
Call the gang on the lick

Ayy, this real money
Not that little shit you like flashin'
Bust a bag down to rap about it
Whippin' fashion
Bitch heard me talking money
She thought I was braggin'
Just know I'm gettin' chicken
With some extra cabbage
Fifty on me all blues
Look like I'm doing taxes
New whip, dark tint when I'm out in traffic
Hit the road, where I'm going, bro
You know I tax 'em
Don't even talk about no pape'
We in a different bracket