Songtexte Hit Different - NF Quinn

Bitch, know wtf going on nigga
Yop, yop
Yop

Yeaaa Nigga
This shit i rap about too real
No I can't make it up
Fein text me talm bout da drank ain't hit Said you ain't take enough

I put two perkys in my pop
It got me throwing up
That fold was there when I ain't have no one

That's what I throw it up
I take percs and I drop four's
Inside my pop So I don't feel no pain
I Ain't interested in squashing beef with opps

You gotta feel that rain
We get a loc and we gon' bend just like a fucking cane
I know ah opp who dropped ah loc
I went popped out

And then he never came!
And he Still ain't got no get back
Like why you playing with that fold and
You ain't with that

Stg when quinn pop out with that ten milli they think wick back
Bending yanking inna scat
I need a perc cause I get whiplash

Forty wit switch ah make dat whip crash
Best slow it down nigga
Ain't running out
That baby chop it hold a frown nigga

Was getting pape before ah job Was onnat hound and moving pounds nigga
Yo bitch want dick
I'm finna take her to that town Nigga,

And I'm still thugging with my rounds nigga,
Like I'm with Sexxy Red
That forty hit his thigh now he can't walk he got a stanky leg

Tryna beef with two six three like Yop Yop boy you den made yo bed, fuck I look like tryna box
I got a Glock

Bitch Nigga I ain't Craig
And you can't hold it nigga I ain't sped
They say they spent well spin again cause nigga I ain't dead

Won't catch me out without that steel just like I'm Iron Man
Dem forty bullets fry a nigga brain don't need no frying pan

Got lil Niggas want me to teach em how to punch just like I'm Jackie Chan
With you she sober but I got yo bitch sippin

Opps broke as fuck they see I'm up they sick as fuck it hit different, Stolen scats, hell cats, and track hawks, we whip different
That lil bitch ate my dick

And sucked my balls off and you kissed her
Ask bout Quinn go to the store
I got two choppas inna trunk
I see the opps and up the score

I got three opps inside my blunt
Came through the back because I couldn't get my Glock in through the front
Just cracked ah thot she gotta go

Kicked to the bros just like ah punt
Before you speak on me
You better do yo homework
Two six three light yo shit up

Just like a tree hit homes first
I wake up brush my teeth
But gotta grab my pole first
Niggas complainin' tellin' me

I'm outta reach my phone work doe
This is the shit I rap about
Too real no I can't make it up
Fein text me talkin bout the drank ain't hit

Said you ain't take enough
I put two percs inside my pop it
Got me throwin' up
That Fold was there when I ain't have no one

That's why I throw it up
I take percs and I drop four's inside my pop so I don't feel no pain
I ain't interested in squashing beef with opps

You gotta feel that rain
We get a loc and we gon' bend just like a fucking cane, I know ah opp who dropped ah loc I went popped out and then he never came!