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"hit different" - rylo fade lyrics

[chorus]
pullin’ up, dumb b*tch duckin’, this sh*t goin’ crazy, nonstop switching
line ‘em up, i ain’t doing no talking, bullets hittin’, f*ck your b*tch kissing
got the mini out, i dump that sh*t from the distance, cussin’ mad
cookin’ up a bag, bet we gone flip it quick, f*ck a snitch ass n*gga trippin’
laughin’ at clout chasers, my bro already did it, they f*ckin’ p*ssed
anyone f*ckin’ with us can get it, p*ssy ass n*ggas better quit
tossin’ the glock, my brudda strapped, all that snitching sh*t got me sick, d*mn
changed up the cl!ck, fake n*ggas ain’t bout it, had me f*ckin’ p*ssed
we ridin’ for whoever, don’t matter if he out with his gang, we clappin’ that b*tch
slide through the 4, dump the match, we gettin’ lit, cussin’ loud
pack the drac, hop back, patch that hoe quick, yeah, f*ck it

[verse]
switchin’ the flow, bullets too hot, gotta duck, roll, cussin’ hard
ask lil’ bro teek, we hit that punk in his chest, watch him fold like a card
please don’t bring that lo, lil mo mans gettin’ zoe’d, b*tch, i swear
he tweakin’, leave his brain on the floor, she ridin’ with me, we bakin’ that hoe, yeah
8*nem freaky as h*ll, talkin’ dirty, look like a snail, dumb b*tch
quick tried to set me up, no traffic, couldn’t hoop, fade lucky as h*ll
big bro did it for sales, backdoor moves, can’t wish him well, f*ck that
hop out with thunder, hope you never step, cussin’ loud, sh*lls goin’ clap
lil sege a b*tch, i catch him, make him twitch, bullets poppin’ hot
hop out the whip, turn him into a vic, see him with a king, i erase that punk
micro bakin’ sh*t, see his bm, i’m facing that b*tch, cussin’ raw
put on gloves, no trace, run and get tapped in the back with the glitch, f*ck a coward
won’t spray the block, just tap the head, dump the chop, bullets loud, cussin’ nonstop
switch on the glock, three*round burst, hit the top, f*ck a punk ass thought
we tryna step, he on the floor, rot in the streets, dumb n*gga caught
don’t call me bro, i’m changin’ plots, bullets hot, f*ckin’ overly raw
[chorus]
pullin’ up, dumb b*tch duckin’, this sh*t goin’ crazy, nonstop switching
line ‘em up, i ain’t doing no talking, bullets hittin’, f*ck your b*tch kissing
got the mini out, i dump that sh*t from the distance, cussin’ mad
cookin’ up a bag, bet we gone flip it quick, f*ck a snitch ass n*gga trippin’
laughin’ at clout chasers, my bro already did it, they f*ckin’ p*ssed
anyone f*ckin’ with us can get it, p*ssy ass n*ggas better quit
tossin’ the glock, my brudda strapped, all that snitching sh*t got me sick, d*mn
changed up the cl!ck, fake n*ggas ain’t bout it, had me f*ckin’ p*ssed
we ridin’ for whoever, don’t matter if he out with his gang, we clappin’ that b*tch
slide through the 4, dump the match, we gettin’ lit, cussin’ loud
pack the drac, hop back, patch that hoe quick, yeah, f*ck it

- rylo fade lyrics

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