It Hit Different

[Intro] (Royal House on the beat) Used to love this shit The street shit, the grind, the hustle, the money [Verse 1] All of that front shit is punk shit So when it's up, I'll get you slumped before the blunt lit Nigga, it's one and done, you know we won shit All that they heard was, "Boom-boom-boom," after the drum kick Pussy, you gotta know what this shit 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 Nerve of these bitches, swear that shit over and done with (That shit over) I'm done playing nicе guy, ain't tryna finish last Can't trust no bitch to save my life, can't nevеr get attached 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? [Chorus] 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' My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic 'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different Difference between me and them, it's a big difference What else? [Verse 2] Shit hit different when you rich and you up dog shit She got a fat pussy, I can tell from her paw print It hit different when every nigga you involved with Be all focused on the same goal until we all rich Shit hit different when all them members be on boss shit Be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with It hit different when niggas snitchin', on some cross shit Half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring For that chicken, strip a nigga, put him in a cross-wing 'Fore I let 'em off me, I'll off a nigga offspring Eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans Came up off the Rite-Aid, CVS, and Walgreens Five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines All of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam Stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine Free lil' Schemes, long live my nigga Raw Steam [Chorus] 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' My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin' But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic 'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different Difference between me and them, it's a big difference What else?