Music Video
No Comparison
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I think them **** is scared of us
They flexing, but only for cameras
I embarrass 'em
[Chorus]
I think them **** is scared of us
Flexing, but only for cameras
Nothing these **** could do to us
Who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothing these **** could say to us
I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em
Fuck it, it ain't no comparison
[Verse 1]
These **** ain't catching up to us
I swear these **** need stamina
I broke her heart in a paragraph
Turned to a thottie to cure it up
Now that bitch feel so embarrassing
Diamonds be dancing, I blur it up
Your shit is fake, you can't swear to it
I know you fretting, you panicking
I get dressed up like a mannequin
Put on a fit and embarrass 'em
It's so embarrassing
I put this beat on my body list
Metro a beast, yeah, he bodied it
They tried to give me a stylist
I told 'em I'm good, yo, you wilding
I got sick of wearing Versace
I want red bottoms
Don't let me get in a fight with 'em
One of them spikes and I might hit him
I'm from the jungle, say that you fuck with gorillas
I know that you **** be lying
I gotta stay humble
That's why I fuck with the realest, I swear I put that on the Bible
You stuck in your feelings
Say I'm fucking on your bitch
And you should've never, ever wifed her
That's word to my mother
If a **** take my bitch, fuck it, I'ma find another lover
We flexed on each other
Cuban dripping on my wrist, I can put whatever on the other
That's word to my mother
[Chorus]
I think them **** is scared of us
Flexing, but only for cameras
Nothing these **** could do to us
Who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothing these **** could say to us
I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em
Fuck it, it ain't no comparison
[Chorus]
I think them **** is scared of us
Flexing, but only for cameras
Nothing these **** could do to us
Who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothing these **** could say to us
I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em
Fuck it, it ain't no comparison
[Verse 2]
You gotta be kidding me, most of my shit come from Italy
W up, make 'em sick of me, ice on my pinky too glittery
Pass on a show, it ain't shit to me
I keep a blicky just in case a **** with me ain't with me and I see a enemy
Everything litty
Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rolling up that icky-icky
Them cookies be hitting
Beam came with the strap
Ladder hanging off of that, yeah, I get too attached
I ain't fucking with the Act'
I be tripping off of that, I'ma keep it a stack
Mike Amiri's on me stretch
But I'm holding all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag
They was saying I was next
Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on the track
[Chorus]
I think them **** is scared of us
Flexing, but only for cameras
Nothing these **** could do to us
Who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothing these **** could say to us
I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em
Fuck it, it ain't no comparison
[Chorus]
I think them **** is scared of us
Flexing, but only for cameras
Nothing these **** could do to us
Who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothing these **** can say to us
I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em
Fuck it, it ain't no comparison
[Outro]
Ain't no comparison
Fuck it, it ain't no comparison
Look at my chain, it's embarrassing
I'm flexing on 'em, embarrassing
Flex on 'em, it's so embarrassing
Look at my chain, it's embarrassing
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Dieuson Octave, Leland Tyler Wayne
