Lyrics

I'm a different breed Got your bitch on me Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team How you do this shit? They keep asking me Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three All my chains on feel like Mr. T I ain't got no limits feel like Master P I be sipping muddy this is not no tea Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me Rolling up that sticky, your bitch stuck to me Even when I'm sleep, money in my dreams Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans Sipping Dirty Sprite, nigga watch me lean Cause I'm a different breed Got your bitch on me Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team How you do this shit? They keep asking me Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three Niggas playing foul they can't keep it G Talking to the cops call it referees You be cheap talking I keep cash on me Thinking I'ma fall wake up out your dream Thirty with the beam make a nigga lean It's a murder scene I ain't see a thing He be LeBron James he be switching teams I be doing me, they like "Who is he?" I be snatching bitches keep your jewelry I with all my niggas fuck security And my bitch bad no insecurities The 30 on me like I wear a jersey A sharp shooter call me Stephen Curry I'm dunking on them like I'm James Worthy I be King Simmie you ain't even worthy I'm working late I get the money early Had to kick her out she was mad annoying Niggas hating but they bitch going I pulled off I was in the foreign My weed loud so you can't ignore it These niggas sleeping I can hear them snoring A different breed I smoke different weed I smoke OG It ain't got no seeds I'm a different breed Got your bitch on me Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team How you do this shit? They keep asking me Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three All my chains on feel like Mr. T I ain't got no limits feel like Master P I be sipping muddy this is not no tea Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me Rolling up that sticky, your bitch stuck to me Even when I'm sleep, money in my dreams Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans Sipping Dirty Sprite, nigga watch me lean Cause I'm a different breed Got your bitch on me Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team How you do this shit? They keep asking me Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three Driven adrenaline dribble and dip in them Benjamins within this syndicate This is my christening wickedness future no who is the wickedest infinite Need me a crib with a picket fence counterfeit niggas don't change they ain't making sense never Never could desert hot boy in the desert Got hits like Maywheather you soft as my leather Call me young Chester cause I get the cheddar Eight balling no better I'm with the vendetta, I'm shooting barrettas God of the city just like the Favelas My niggas all gangsters just like the Goodfellas Hellen Keller niggas out of sight out of mind Cloud 9 south side the affili homicide Curry on the beat got a simmie on the side U-L-T, C9, 2-7-5 I'm a different breed Got your bitch on me Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team How you do this shit? They keep asking me Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three All my chains on feel like Mr. T I ain't got no limits feel like Master P I be sipping muddy this is not no tea Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me Rolling up that sticky, your bitch stuck to me Even when I'm sleep, money in my dreams Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans Sipping Dirty Sprite, nigga watch me lean Cause I'm a different breed Got your bitch on me Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team How you do this shit? They keep asking me Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
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