(Royal House on the beat)
Used to love this shit
The street shit, the grind, the hustle, the money
All of that front shit is punk shit (frontin')
So when it's up, I'll get you slumped before the blunt lit (slumped)
Nigga, it's one and done, you know we one shit (we one)
All that they heard was, "Boom-boom-boom," after the drum kick, pussy (f*ckboy)
You gotta know what this shit come with (come with)
What it's gon' take for you to pull that redrum skit
I seen some real niggas stay faithful to one chick
Took him for all he had just so she could jump ship (stupid bitch)
Nerve of these bitches, swear that shit over and done with (that shit over)
I'm done playing nice guy, ain't tryna finish last (no more Mr. Nice Guy)
Can't trust no bitch to save my life, can't never get attached (can't love no thot)
None of these hoes ain't even worth a nigga gettin' snatched (at all)
'Cause when they come and put that hold, I know that she gon' fold
She ain't gon' do that bid with you, might as well hang it up
Ren told me, "You can't expect you out of other niggas"
"'Cause we some real ones and these niggas ain't the same as us"
It's mafia, what else?
We them big fishes
My little niggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin' (grrt)
My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' (switchin' up)
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic (ain't no need)
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas (Christmas Eve)
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different (right racks)
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
Shit hit different when you rich and you up dog shit
She got a fat pussy, I can tell from her paw print (that shit hit different)
It hit different when every nigga you involved with (yeah)
Be all focused on the same goal until we all rich (all the hittas)
Shit hit different when all them members be on boss shit (ay)
Be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with
It hit different when niggas snitchin', on some cross shit (yeah)
Half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring (ay)
For that chicken, strip a nigga, put him in a cross-wing (facts)
'Fore I let 'em off me, I'll off a nigga offspring (rrah)
Eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans
Came up off the Rite-Aid, CVS, and Walgreens (let's get it)
Five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines (facts)
All of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam
Stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine (where we at?)
Free lil' Schemes, long live my nigga Raw Steam (long)
We them big fishes
My little niggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin' (grrt)
My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' (switchin' up)
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic (ain't no need)
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas (Christmas Eve)
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different (right racks)
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
Boldy James - It Hit Different Lyrics
Boldy James - It Hit Different Lyrics
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English
(Royal House on the beat)
Used to love this shit
The street shit, the grind, the hustle, the money
All of that front shit is punk shit (frontin')
So when it's up, I'll get you slumped before the blunt lit (slumped)
Nigga, it's one and done, you know we one shit (we one)
All that they heard was, "Boom-boom-boom," after the drum kick, pussy (f*ckboy)
You gotta know what this shit come with (come with)
What it's gon' take for you to pull that redrum skit
I seen some real niggas stay faithful to one chick
Took him for all he had just so she could jump ship (stupid bitch)
Nerve of these bitches, swear that shit over and done with (that shit over)
I'm done playing nice guy, ain't tryna finish last (no more Mr. Nice Guy)
Can't trust no bitch to save my life, can't never get attached (can't love no thot)
None of these hoes ain't even worth a nigga gettin' snatched (at all)
'Cause when they come and put that hold, I know that she gon' fold
She ain't gon' do that bid with you, might as well hang it up
Ren told me, "You can't expect you out of other niggas"
"'Cause we some real ones and these niggas ain't the same as us"
It's mafia, what else?
We them big fishes
My little niggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin' (grrt)
My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' (switchin' up)
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic (ain't no need)
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas (Christmas Eve)
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different (right racks)
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
Shit hit different when you rich and you up dog shit
She got a fat pussy, I can tell from her paw print (that shit hit different)
It hit different when every nigga you involved with (yeah)
Be all focused on the same goal until we all rich (all the hittas)
Shit hit different when all them members be on boss shit (ay)
Be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with
It hit different when niggas snitchin', on some cross shit (yeah)
Half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring (ay)
For that chicken, strip a nigga, put him in a cross-wing (facts)
'Fore I let 'em off me, I'll off a nigga offspring (rrah)
Eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans
Came up off the Rite-Aid, CVS, and Walgreens (let's get it)
Five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines (facts)
All of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam
Stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine (where we at?)
Free lil' Schemes, long live my nigga Raw Steam (long)
We them big fishes
My little niggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin' (grrt)
My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' (switchin' up)
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic (ain't no need)
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas (Christmas Eve)
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different (right racks)
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
Used to love this shit
The street shit, the grind, the hustle, the money
All of that front shit is punk shit (frontin')
So when it's up, I'll get you slumped before the blunt lit (slumped)
Nigga, it's one and done, you know we one shit (we one)
All that they heard was, "Boom-boom-boom," after the drum kick, pussy (f*ckboy)
You gotta know what this shit come with (come with)
What it's gon' take for you to pull that redrum skit
I seen some real niggas stay faithful to one chick
Took him for all he had just so she could jump ship (stupid bitch)
Nerve of these bitches, swear that shit over and done with (that shit over)
I'm done playing nice guy, ain't tryna finish last (no more Mr. Nice Guy)
Can't trust no bitch to save my life, can't never get attached (can't love no thot)
None of these hoes ain't even worth a nigga gettin' snatched (at all)
'Cause when they come and put that hold, I know that she gon' fold
She ain't gon' do that bid with you, might as well hang it up
Ren told me, "You can't expect you out of other niggas"
"'Cause we some real ones and these niggas ain't the same as us"
It's mafia, what else?
We them big fishes
My little niggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin' (grrt)
My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' (switchin' up)
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic (ain't no need)
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas (Christmas Eve)
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different (right racks)
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
Shit hit different when you rich and you up dog shit
She got a fat pussy, I can tell from her paw print (that shit hit different)
It hit different when every nigga you involved with (yeah)
Be all focused on the same goal until we all rich (all the hittas)
Shit hit different when all them members be on boss shit (ay)
Be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with
It hit different when niggas snitchin', on some cross shit (yeah)
Half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring (ay)
For that chicken, strip a nigga, put him in a cross-wing (facts)
'Fore I let 'em off me, I'll off a nigga offspring (rrah)
Eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans
Came up off the Rite-Aid, CVS, and Walgreens (let's get it)
Five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines (facts)
All of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam
Stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine (where we at?)
Free lil' Schemes, long live my nigga Raw Steam (long)
We them big fishes
My little niggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin' (grrt)
My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' (switchin' up)
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic (ain't no need)
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas (Christmas Eve)
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different (right racks)
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
Writer: James Clay Jones II, Roger Goodman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Boldy James
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: James Clay Jones II, Roger Goodman