Different
(Jizzy)
Fuck is you sayin' lil nigga we different
If a fuck nigga run up he get hit with a Smithen
He tried to diss on the gang now the pussy boy missin'
And his bitch loving the dick she say it's finger lickin'
Uh TCE walk with a stick on 'em
They know marco got a switch and that bitch really hit on 'em (On god)
We put that boy in a ditch what you get trynna diss homie
You'd think that hoe made of cereal way she do tricks on it
Uh uh uh uh uh
Walk in this bitch with a drac on me
Boy talkin shit and get hit in his face homie
Pussy boy swear he the realest but really the fake homie
All around green I ain't talkin no snake homie
He a sweet ass boy like a muffin get baked homie
Uh I gotcho bitch wanna play with my hair imma crack from the back and record while she shake on it uh
Lotta these niggas be bitches
If they get in that jam they gon' turn to some snitches
Uh these niggas be jealous they hate on the riches
Uh these niggas be jealous they hate on the bitches
Uh stop bein weird nigga go get yo cake up
Mad cus his bitch at the crib imma fuck up her make up
Mad cus his bitch at the crib suckin dick off the wake up
You mad at the wrong person niggas don't hate us
Uh done with this bitch I'm jus iggin'
Uh Ya bitch in the trap wanna swallow my children
Uh ya bitch in the trap sayin she wanna lick me
Uh nigga mad I'm bout to punch on her kidneys
Ain't no game over lil nigga just quit it
Uh Nigga run up he get hit with a 50
Dirty ass stick man this bitch look sticky
But fuck to one K tell them hoes how you feelin'
Bout to blow up and I feel like a rocket
These Nigha be broke they gon make me the topic
I be setting these trends they gon follow and pop it
Tryna diss onnat net for a bitch that is not it
Got a big ass gen and they bitch hold 50
Don't flag in the field we gon do you like Ricky
I'm having blues and this shit hella sticky
When I get on the beat they say boy you so different
That boy kept dissing we painting his pictures
I been in that field Ian talking no scrimmage
That boy had to die we had to cross out that image
Scat pack straight eight's this bitch here a hemi'
Don't try to run in that v we gon flip it
That vvs choking this bitch cost a ticket
Man I feel like melly got murder on my mind
Trap real hefty don't look out the blinds
These niggas be watchin' me through all the blinds uh
Don't diss on the bro we gon' spin for the guys uh
Don't know we gon pop out the cut with the glock like surprise uh
Pussah nigga keep starring he was scared as fuck he can't believe his eyes uh
Fuck is you sayin' lil nigga we different
If a fuck nigga run up he get hit with a Smithen
He tried to diss on the gang now the pussy boy missin'
And his bitch loving the dick she say it's finger lickin'
Uh TCE walk with a stick on 'em
They know marco got a switch and that bitch really hit on 'em (On god)
We put that boy in a ditch what you get trynna diss homie
You'd think that hoe made of cereal way she do tricks on it
Uh uh uh uh uh
Walk in this bitch with a drac on me
Boy talkin shit and get hit in his face homie
Pussy boy swear he the realest but really the fake homie
All around green I ain't talkin no snake homie
He a sweet ass boy like a muffin get baked homie
Uh I gotcho bitch wanna play with my hair imma crack from the back and record while she shake on it uh
Lotta these niggas be bitches
If they get in that jam they gon' turn to some snitches
Uh these niggas be jealous they hate on the riches
Uh these niggas be jealous they hate on the bitches
Uh stop bein weird nigga go get yo cake up
Mad cus his bitch at the crib imma fuck up her make up
Mad cus his bitch at the crib suckin dick off the wake up
You mad at the wrong person niggas don't hate us
Uh done with this bitch I'm jus iggin'
Uh Ya bitch in the trap wanna swallow my children
Uh ya bitch in the trap sayin she wanna lick me
Uh nigga mad I'm bout to punch on her kidneys
Ain't no game over lil nigga just quit it
Uh Nigga run up he get hit with a 50
Dirty ass stick man this bitch look sticky
But fuck to one K tell them hoes how you feelin'
Bout to blow up and I feel like a rocket
These Nigha be broke they gon make me the topic
I be setting these trends they gon follow and pop it
Tryna diss onnat net for a bitch that is not it
Got a big ass gen and they bitch hold 50
Don't flag in the field we gon do you like Ricky
I'm having blues and this shit hella sticky
When I get on the beat they say boy you so different
That boy kept dissing we painting his pictures
I been in that field Ian talking no scrimmage
That boy had to die we had to cross out that image
Scat pack straight eight's this bitch here a hemi'
Don't try to run in that v we gon flip it
That vvs choking this bitch cost a ticket
Man I feel like melly got murder on my mind
Trap real hefty don't look out the blinds
These niggas be watchin' me through all the blinds uh
Don't diss on the bro we gon' spin for the guys uh
Don't know we gon pop out the cut with the glock like surprise uh
Pussah nigga keep starring he was scared as fuck he can't believe his eyes uh
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Writer(s): Christopher Hall
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