RapDifferent ft. McGriddle Lyrics

Thirteen out here runnin' that mothafucka

Yeah, bitch, damn

Lame niggas can't talk like me, bitch, I rap different

Tree came with double XP, cause my bag's flippin

Niggas think I work at Popeyes, the way I stack chicken

And niggas gettin' popped onna gram, that shit is bad business

Stocky nigga, go and work out, yeah, I do mad fitness

Speaking of that bad business, heard lil' buddy in a drought

Did his Ass like Capcut, had to fuck around and crop him out

27 deep to the L, had to stop him out

I been gettin' bands, give a fuck what you talkin' about

Feel like Michael Porter Jr. with this blunt, I ain't passin it

Bet he learned his lesson, fuckin' with Lil Dizzy, that shit hazardous

He a lick off the drank, he fuck anything that's average

I just put a whole sink on my neck and it bedazzled

Dizzy, why you always say the same thing? Cause I'm an artist

Seclxded in Arizona, takin' care of the harvest

If I eat three meals a day, and no beats, I guess I'm starvin

Yes, Lil Dizzy light skin, but look inside my mind, the darkest

Out of all the niggas in your group, they say you ain't the smartest

Type of nigga to pull up to the function and say he rap different

Nigga, what I thought you meant to say was that you cap different

Fuck around, get the drop from your girl, because she bag sniffin

I don't fuck with niggas cause they word ain't nothin

Pussy nigga built like Wiz Khalifa, all that bluffin

All the light be blangin' off my chain, gave him a concussion

All his life, he never sip no drank, boy, that's Robitussin

Remember all them days, niggas takin' GBs out the gallon

Say you should rap on them Detroit Beats

Yeah, but that shit ain't a challenge

Got some wounds from hittin' Missionary, she done had the talons

Niggas smokin' crack rocks, sayin' Dizzy got no talent

Gang, nah, for real, that shit be blowin me

That shit be blowin' me like bitches givin' kisses

And I can say some reckless shit, but nigga, I don't need no disses

Cause that shit messy

I got double points, hit this bitch and her bestie

These niggas zesty, said they hold it down, but niggas really left me

I'm off them runts

Nowadays, I fuck with papers, can't do blunts

Need my cash in duffel bags, nigga, I don't do no fronts

Or no back doors

Or them leftover doonies, bitch, you can have those

Pick out my Jadamio hair, then Dizzy got an afro

This nigga a small fry, everything I do is macro

Give a fuck if we beat slavery, I still sit in the back row

Yo, girl said that the leash ain't doin' shit, so get a lasso

Cuz With lil' Dizzy, she ain't holdin' back

Ganja sittin' on my lap

Man she ain't listen to a thing when I say it

Ain't no strings attached

I pulled up, then I beat it black

She kept my shirt, don't need it back

She gave me sloppy while I'm on the game, so I was leanin' back

Put a hundred beats in front of Dizzy, I bet I kill em' all

Put a hundred racks in front my niggas, they won't steal at all

Take one rack to put on his head, bet they gon' get him gone

Play my music in front of yo' bitch, I bet she sing along

Niggas seen that I was bagflippin', mad as fuck I rap different

You ain't really gettin' to the bag, boy, you just ass sittin

Nigga, I'm just cash sittin', I babysit the racks

Man, this nigga, he be cap sippin, he babysit the aj

He call her phone a thousand times while I hit it from the back

And man, I really love the hoop, but just found out that I could rap

Put my heart into this shit and make it effortless, no cap

And I ain't lettin' off the gas until KC up on the map

We on the map