"HIT DIFF" lyrics

Concrete Boys Lyrics

"HIT DIFF"
(performed by KARRAHBOOO & Camo!)

[Camo!:]
Yeah (Phew, phew)
(Pssst)

Took her out the trap
I'm in and out the bank so much it startin' to sound like cap (Ok)
Niggas try to peek my next move need a map (Ok)
My brother do you like ordering water at a cheap restaurant and get you tapped
I just made a 7 before 10 like its craps
I just point a finger, they took strap out his lap
I can't control my niggas, what they do is what they do (Ok)
Knowledge over money, you said I'm stupid, who the fuck told you?
Put my fingers inside her holes, I'm tryna bowl you
Drop the pin right now, I'm on the way so I can show you
50 pints, touchdown, DC finna have a field day (Ok)
Jewish people tryna crunch numbers on what I pay
OVO, Concrete tied in, we can't shield Ye
My bitch hate, I talk so much, but that's what gets the bills paid

Concrete in the double M, and no, bitch, that's not Minute Maid
Can't take my niggas nowhere, pourin' fours inside they lemonade
I like fucking bitches that get money, it hit different
Fifty-thousand dollars on my neck and it hit different (OK)
My brother pistol like an athlete contract, made of money, (Ok) plus it came with extensions
You bitches movin' birds like you working for Benson
I was tryna fuck, now I'm stuck hearing her venting (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ok)
Bitch

[KARRAHBOOO:]
The hoes wish I was lesbian, these niggas think I am (Ooh)
I don't ever leave amendments man (Mwah)
Shoutout all my bitches getting rich off pics (Mmm)
Grown men be on my dick, warning these bitches (On god)
Chrome Rolex, told 'em my timing is different (Mhm)
Two cuban chains, I talked to God and he listened (Damn)
Chasin' rap niggas be these bum hoes' mission, that's the reason
I don't clique up with none of these bitches (Okay, cool)
I been moving with the guys, I'm the black sheep (Who)
Nigga make a move on me, I shoot him in his meat (Brrt)
Shoot him in his dick, walking with a baby stick (Prrr)
Big BOOO, I'm not the 2, I'm rocking old Rick (Prrr)
All in all, shit, now, bitch a whole lick
Solo steppin, I ain't ever had a cold prick
Niggas say I'm getting on and bringing up some old shit
You couldn't fuck the rich BOOO if you tried, bitch
(KB)

[Camo!:]
Concrete in the double M, and no, bitch, that's not Minute Maid
Can't take my niggas nowhere, pourin' fours inside they lemonade (Ok)
I like fucking bitches that get money, it hit different (Go)
Fifty-thousand dollars on my neck and it hit different (Ok)
My brother pistol like an athlete contract, made of money, (Ok) plus it came with extensions
You bitches movin' birds like you working for Benson (Ok)
I was tryna fuck, now I'm stuck hearing her venting (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ok)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It hit different, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Bitch, ok)
Yeah


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