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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
Mansur Brown
Mansur Brown
Programming
Karlos
Karlos
Programming
EY
EY
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eyobed Getachew
Eyobed Getachew
Songwriter
Mansur Brown
Mansur Brown
Songwriter
Mujtaba Khan
Mujtaba Khan
Songwriter
Paul Oseh
Paul Oseh
Songwriter
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mansur Brown
Mansur Brown
Producer
Karlos
Karlos
Producer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
EY
EY
Producer
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Executive Producer

Lyrics

If I was M Huncho, I'd be fuckin' bitches with my mask on
I'd be walkin' past my tings with my family
They wouldn't even know it's me (Hahahahaha)
(Karlos got that juice)
You ain't nothin' like me, ****
I moved a hundred keys this week in my sleep
You ain't nothin' like me, ****
My label gave me a mill', we don't even speak
You ain't nothin' like me, ****
If you don't go bed next to a freak
You ain't nothin' like me
Nothin' like me
You ain't nothin' like me
Where you been at, Hunch? I been trappin' for months
Got a .45 tucked, that's a strap
And forty-five packs in the drums, they ain't nothin' like me
S-still ain't nothin' like Nines
Still ain't paid for the .9
Still ain't got a consign
Still, I'm deep in the mud
Still, I move and I frank
Fly birds from the truck, yeah
I'll make you sayin' forgiving me shorts
What comes out the exhaust is exhaustin'
I tell my neighbours, "I garden", they know that I grow weed, and it's awkward
Ten K for machines, you ain't nothin' like me
Young Adz, for a box, just twenty-nine G's
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
I moved a hundred keys this week in my sleep
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
My label gave me a mill', we don't even speak
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
If you don't go bed next to a freak
You ain't nothin' like me (Huh?)
Nothin' like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me (Yeah)
It all started out movin' yay in the flats
I ain't waitin' on packs
Busy makin' these tracks
Got-, got all the drug dealers sayin'
"Thank God that he made it, we ain't gotta pay him no tax"
She dropped me out, started linkin' my ****
Only if she knew I was the pick of the litter
Came out of jail, I got bigger and bigger
I'm movin' Budweiser, and, bitch, it ain't liquor
I spend all day on that hot strip
Used to wonder why I ain't got shit
I'm focused now, I got tunnel vision
I could catch flight with a chopstick
I love rap, but I'm in Spain bringin' bud back for a dumb stack
And when I'm in the hood, I play, "Money Up" with all my chains on, it gives me hunchback
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
I moved a hundred keys this week in my sleep
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
My label gave me a mill', we don't even speak
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
If you don't go bed next to a freak
You ain't nothin' like me (Huh?)
Nothin' like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me, **** (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me (Huh?)
Nothin' like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothin' like me
Written by: Courtney Leon Freckleton, Eyobed Getachew, Mansur Brown, Mohammed Hassan, Mujtaba Khan, Paul Oseh
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