The same game an the lames
And the same hoes
How you gone change on a nigga
Who'd change clothes, with you

Bussin down P's, goin at our top together
I use to feel like we would rock forever
(My Dawg)
Now I just see you and our opps together?
We was just bussin' our Glocks together
(My Dawg)
She my hoe, she yo hoe, she our hoe cool
Took a loss, now you rock with some more dudes
We was just coming with plots together
I used to feel like we would rock forever
(My dawg)

It hurt when I'm just tryna help you right
Them same hoes, them same bros
They wasn't stepping right
Them same hoes, them same bros
Just want reppin' rights
Them same bros, same will fold
When its reppin' time

Like why the fuck my heart so cold
It ain't even winter time
Like why the fuck I give my soul
You ain't feeling mine
This bitch done went got with the foes
Now she hitting lines
This bitch been down bad on that dope
And lost 20 pounds
Bitch niggas diss my name
To the same hoes that's tryna fuck on me
I'll give you this chain
Is this the only thing you lust homie
Never told it, never folded, never sold my ass for nothin'
Gotta know it, niggas know it
Skoob ain't never asked for nothing

Hunnid rounds off in that semi like, gimme that bitch I got him
Charges like after charges, I took them, nigga no problem
I'm ride or die, I showed you loyalty
I fuck with you harder than you fuck with me
And that's a problem

Bussin' down P's, goin' at our top together
I use to feel like we would rob forever
(My dawg)
Now I just see you and our opps together?
We was just bussin' our Glocks together
(My dawg)
She my hoe, she yo hoe, she our hoe cool
Took a loss, now you rock with some more dudes
We was just coming with plots together
I used to feel we would rock forever
(My dawg)

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Writer(s): Brince Elam, Marcquinn Bryant, Marcus Allen, Mariel Orr, Scalez