#DontCompare ? Yung Frendi (Ft. ​cawnuhr)

[Verse 1: Yung Frendi]
You is a broke boy
You is a bitch nigga
You ain't got no shooters
Baby, yeah, I love you
Can you stay wit' me now?
I am not no side nigga
I want be yo' main now
I hit that hoe from the back
Twenty-seventeen, and we fell in love like that
But it's alright
I'm countin' money, nigga like it's all night
Blow up that shit up, like a dynamite
I wanna fuck, baby like all night
Fell in love wit' you from the first night I saw you
You and yo' long hair
Gave me that look, I gotta stare
These niggas they hating on me, I'm like, "Where?"
You got a boyfriend, I do not care
Feel like LeBron, 'cause I'm on a lil' tear
Between you and me, nigga
Wе don't compare

[Verse 2: cawnuhr]
Toolie on me lil' bro, wе don't compare
Walk in the spot, them bitches they stare
This shit got cold, put on Moncler
I keep a tool and you better beware
I keep a tool and I keep a strap
Bitch, we posted up in the trap
Yo' shawty my bitch, I'ma tap
Yo' boyfriend a lame bitch, he a capper
Talkin' crazy, turn 'em into Casper
That boy get folded up, like a wrapper
She on my dick, yeah, she a clapper
That boy a stain, turn him into splatter
That boy a stain, yeah, he a splat
He talkin' crazy, take him off the map
And I got a ten, yeah, I got a MAC
Got a stick on my jeans, no I cannot lack
Stick on my jeans, I could never lose
Bitch, I'm rockin' Number (N)ine, not no Trues
I might take his bitch out to Jimmy Choo's
And you know that girl finna choose
And you know that girls for the team
I got a Glock and it came with a beam
I got yellow diamonds and they gleam
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm makin' her scream