Hit Different

Okay well lucky you Harley It hit different Different Grew up with roaches still brought that bitch to the crib to get piped I just told her to focus Hoping that hoe wouldn't notice dick her down quick make it fast like I hit in slow motion Bitch I don't buy these little beats to brag about how I be busy no boasting Cause I was homeless folk, it hit different when you homeless Bro bought some wock just to cap on the beat so I told him he foo couldn't fw that shit Basically I got to drop on my own if I flop all alone at least I kept this shit lit My mom told me to chase a goal so did my dad, these niggas chasing a bitch Jit said I owe him I stomped him in Rick, running his mouth but can't outrun a switch Bitch do not trust me, I got lit off of promises broken and scamming accounts Learned how to hustle I hate rapping on trap beats cause I really trapped out the house Foe was bussing, I be scared of my Karma cause I kicked a couple doors down Plot at the function then lie down in the class the next morning got that cap and gown A quarter to twelve in the hallway she gave me some head I can tell you no tales This hoe think i'm ugly but she feel my words I got me a bitch who know brail After she swallow a nigga her friend want to join her I'm wishing her well My money talk, Spanish bitch in the whip and she like when I let the car tell I never been to Hibachi niggas will never see me duck a beef Drop henny shots in the concrete I ain't spill liq bitch it's Rip Leek The key is to not give a F, bitch don't get left I'm a G I ain't Jp or Steph, Try me like Draymond and you gone be hooping with Bean I do not like to rap on trap beats bitch I trapped in real life I do not like to rap on trap beats bitch I trapped in real life It hit different when you from out West and you ain't got nothing to do with that It hit different I like my beat down low and my top let back You see me riding twenty four With a chopper in the back All my bitches know I'm Houston hot And my top let back, And my rims sit high And windows pitched black I like my beat down low and my top let back You see me riding twenty four With a chopper in the back All my bitches know I'm Houston hot And my top let back, And my rims sit high And windows pitched black