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Know the Difference (feat. Lil Baby)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
Bay G
Bay G
Programming
Celo Beats
Celo Beats
Programming
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Celo Beats
Celo Beats
Producer
Bay G
Bay G
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, Bay G, this a hit) (Ayy, Celo, this shit crazy) New car, new chain, new watch, new spot Nigga hating, new opp, new Glock, get shot Cold water, make it lock I went poor to make it out I stayed by the governor house I done found another route Like her, she don't run her mouth Plastic, but she still let me slut her out Money, I've been running through it I can't wait to run into him We gon' get on top of that On his head just like a hat I know niggas really rats Where you niggas really at? In the trenches giving back Doing donuts in the 'Cat Give my brodie'nem some racks In real life, I'm really that, I don't cap Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, it's moving Them niggas ain't bust shit they claim to be shooting My network ain't public, I know what I'm doing Came over perfect, I ruined her makeup I never bought her no Birkin or makeup I bought that shit 'cause I'm rich, dawg All of y'all on my dick, get off Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, it's moving Them niggas ain't bust shit they claim to be shooting My network ain't public, I know what I'm doing I'm really having, I don't show what I'm doing Never again will I show who I'm screwing I got a real bag, big tipper (Iced Up Records) I'm having real cash, that's the difference Nigga must think I really trust new friends, never tell 'em my plans, never show 'em my hand Fuck I look like putting a ho over my bands? I'd turn in my self 'fore I turn in my mans Yeah, really been through hell and back, hit the road, doubled back to bless the fam Crazy shit, niggas got they hands out, but never lent a helping hand Always been the same nigga, really living, never had to flex for fans Ask my hood, the only flexing that I ever really did was stretching bands Street nigga, fuck the law, catching cases just so we can catch a bag In LA, code talk, told the plug that I'm tryna catch a tan Bust my charm, gotta eat with my niggas Got too many snakes, niggas be in they feelings I don't like rats, gotta keep my distance Nigga can't be victim, so I keep my blicky Yeah, sold dope, sold crack Sold soap, sold rap Bought Bentleys, bought 'em back Put The Six on the map Nigga, I'm a c-, yeah Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, it's moving Them niggas ain't bust shit they claim to be shooting My network ain't public, I know what I'm doing Came over perfect, I ruined her makeup I never bought her no Birkin or makeup I bought that shit 'cause I'm rich, dawg All of y'all on my dick, get off Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, it's moving Them niggas ain't bust shit they claim to be shooting My network ain't public, I know what I'm doing I'm really having, I don't show what I'm doing Never again will I show who I'm screwing I got a real bag, big tipper I'm having real cash, that's the difference
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