Young Lace, Guyana, Glasses Malone, Wiz Khalifa - I Don't Wanna Be You lyrics

Started A, skipped to see who wanna be you
It's a V-12, roof is see through
You know how G do, slow my swagger down
Then screw my swagger up
Then load the mac with rounds
Then I hit your block
You better hit the house
I'll change that magazine
Soon as this clip is out
You niggas talkin' bad
Don't get to trippin' out
Cause yo daddy catch the blues
You know the crips is out
And we get nasty homie
Just like a stripper's mouth
Wash them oil stains
Cause once you slip it's pow
Noodles in your lap, sauce is on your seat
G is on the mic, Rotem on the beat
What it do, this how it's gotta be
Make 'em wash they mouth,?
Now tell 'em squash the beef
They know my squad is deep
Or watch 'em play the pussy
I'll make 'em squat to pee
No, no, I do not see you
Started A and skipped the C cause
I don't wanna be you
No, no, I do not see you
I started A and skipped the C
Cause I don't wanna be you
No, no, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna be you i don't wanna be you
Started A and skipped the C cause
I don't wanna be you

Big money speakin', I leave a nigga leakin'
Call me Nyquil cause I'll
Be leavin' niggas sleepin'
What is you thinkin'? Rappin' is my comfort
I'm gettin' that green
You can call it cucumbers
Crazy lifestyle, Evel Kinevel
My gun goes pop, there goes the weasle
I'm leavin' haters on the cement
Any given Sunday, now call me Willie Beamen
I stay schemin' and plottin'
On my next buck
I don't really give a fuck like I'm Rodman
I got wordplay, keep yah head bobbin'
And fuck a price tag
If I want it then I'm coppin'
Yeah, a nigga got a lot of leverage
I'm gettin' money
Gettin' money is my heritage
I don't give a shit and I
Don't give a fuck either
I'm kinda like Nas, I be spittin' that ether

They've done cleared the planes for takeoff
So y'all gon' need to go hard
Or keep your day job
I'm on the same shit them rich niggas on
Backseat, playin' Xbox, Jordan slippers on
Sippin rose, smell the kush cologne
Tell 'em I need ESPN and?
I get money, I'm grown
So I walk inside the bank like
"Honey I'm home"
And I'm the pilot so they call me cocky
Pocket full of presidents
The ones you see without the body
I'm gettin' face, I'm switchin' states
Sayin' prayers for my dog
I hope he whips his case
I set the pace, you follow suit
From the streets but I party
Where all the models do
If your friend's sexy, call her too
And skip past A and B
Just let a nigga see all of you

Two car garage, two cars inside
Two more in my driveway that
I don't ever drive
Ten flatscreens in my crib
I'm in the backseat of my whip
I got a chauffeur in my Maybach that
I pay stacks cause I'm rich
Got more glasses than Malone
Gotta walk around with two phones
Cause them hoes won't leave me alone
Got more cars than you've got clothes
Wiz wanna be my roommate
Louie V on my suitcase
You get the picture, Blu-Ray, I'm the one
You're too late doin' shit that's illegal
My connect is a chico
Take your money, repo, you rappers suck
Deep throat
I'm not the same as you cheap hoes
Those people that need dough
You walk around doin' free
Shows, I'm ballin', tim Tebow