Concrete Boys - Hit Diff Lyrics

Yeah (phew, phew)
(Pssst)

Took her out the trap
I'm in and out the bank so much it startin' to sound like cap
Niggas try to peek my next move need a map
My brother do you like ordering water at a cheap restaurant and get you tapped
I just made a seven before ten 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
Knowledge over money, you said I'm stupid, who the f*ck 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
Fifty pints, touchdown, DC finna have a field day
Jewish people tryna crunch my numbers on what I pay
OVO Concrete tied in, we can't share, NDA
My bitch hate, I talk so much, but that's what gets the bills paid

Concrete in the double M, and no, bitch, it's not Minute Maid
Can't take my niggas nowhere, pourin' fours inside they lemonade
I like f*ckin' bitches that get money, it hit different
Fifty-thousand dollars on my neck and it hit different
My brother pistol like an athlete contract, made of money
Plus it came with extensions
You bitches movin' birds like you workin' for Benson
I was tryna f*ck, now I'm stuck hearin' her ventin'
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)
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Bitch

The hoes wish I was lesbian, these niggas think I am (ooh)
I don't ever leave amendments man (mwah)
Shoutout all my bitches gettin' rich off pics (mmm)
Grown men be on my dick, more than these bitches (on God)
Chrome Rolex, told 'em my timin' 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 movin' 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, walkin' with a baby stick (prr)
Big BOOO, I'm not the 2, I'm rockin' old Rick (prrr)
All in all, shit, now, bitch a whole lick
Solo steppin, I ain't ever had a culprit
Niggas say I'm gettin' on and bringin' up some old shit (okay)
You couldn't f*ck the rich BOOO if you tried, bitch (KB)

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