Hit Different

Made a song about you, said yeen miss me now I'm out yo way

Back to poppin' shit, this shit hit different when you're jewelry ain't fake,

Had to boss up on my own, these fake ass niggas just be in the way

If I want you dead, you gone, test me nigga, you play you lay

Need mo ammo, straight to the base, but Ion wanna see them fuck niggas' face

They tried to jam me up with a case, talm bout they saw me drinkin' everyday

Other day I took the cops on a chase, doing the dash, I wasnt even racing

Don't get out of line, bitch, know your place, all my hoes come in different races

All my hoes, they bad as shit, can't be my bitch, yeen suckin' dick

Spent 5K on chain and wrist, be damned, my i'll let a nigga take my shit

Buy what I want, feel like I'm rich, my next fit gon' be with some Ricks