A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Hit Different (feat. B-Lovee)

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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie drops a new track dubbed Hit Different (feat. B-Lovee).

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[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Swervin’ at ten, look
A.M. in the mornin’ and I would do it again (DLo on the beat)
Huh, swervin’ at ten I don’t even like droppin’ Benzes (Grrah, grrah, grrah, ah)
It’s ten in the mornin’, look, huh

[Verse 1: B Lovee]
She think she it but she not it
It’s a nine in my pocket, I rock it, bassata
He movin’ wild, oughta pop him
She actin’ [?], she just tryna drop him
With the migos, she actin’ real loose
Brodie, he grabbin’ the .30, he just tryna hoop
Two match on my back but I know what to do
I got too much to lose but I’m still tryna oop
Brodie told me to cool, I pour me a four not a deuce
I can’t lack for no thot, I’m no fool
I’ma shoot ’til my last, I ain’t you
If he duck, know the hoodie right off of his goose, look
Outta luck, try to run, he got boomed with the deuce
You ain’t me, I ain’t you, you gon’ duck, I’ma shoot
Off a A, I’m 1A, if he play, I’ma shot
Hallelujah, that’s on you, shaky tactic, gotta move
Like they want me dead, but I’m smooth
Put this beam on his head, watch him lose

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Ten A.M. and we fuckin’ and kissin’, turnin’ (Look)
Swervin’ in Bentleys and ‘Burbans (Huh)
DTB so I stay with a burner, uh, mm
I’m done with the Perkies, not even workin’ (Huh)
Whenever we in it (Whenever we it)
Everything be different (Everything be different)
You know that shit hit different (You know that shit hit different)
And she wanna be different (She wanna be different)
‘Cause she wanna be with us (She wanna be with us)
I told her, “Speak the love” (I told her, “Speak the love”)
I told her, “Speak it, love” (I told her, huh)

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Twenty-two K on jeans, an awful lot
Sorry, I don’t do Beamers, love
Right when they start creepin’ up
Just turn the speakers up
Like, why would you play with us? Was it worth it?
Stay armed and dangerous, on purpose, huh
Baby, you don’t even know that you perfect, mm
She told me, “It’s three of us” (She told me, “It’s three of us”)
I hit it from three angles (Hit it from three angles)
Them in a triangle (Hit it right in a triangle)
I said, “Promise me, baby” (Oh, they just promised me, baby)
Said, “Rely here to me, baby” (“Rely here to me, baby”)
Follow me, baby (Follow me, baby)
They be sleepin’ on me, baby (They be sleepin’ on me)
When I’m way too OD’d (Way too OD’d, baby)
I go, oh, Mary Jean crazy (Mary Jean crazy)
They show me love (Show me love)
You know how it be, baby (You know how it be, baby)
And you know he gon’ shoot (You know he gon’ go)
You know he gon’ go crazy (You know he gon’ go crazy)

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Ten A.M. and we fuckin’ and kissin’, turnin’ (Look)
Swervin’ in Bentleys and ‘Burbans (Huh, woo)
DTB so I stay with a burner (Stay with a burner), uh, mm
I’m done with the Perkies (Done with the), not even workin’ (Not even workin’, huh)
Whenever we in it (Whenever we it)
Everything be different (Everything be different)
You know that shit hit different (You know that shit hit different)
And she wanna be different (And she wanna be different)
‘Cause she wanna be with us (She wanna be with us)
I told her, “Speak the love” (I told her, “Speak the love”)
I told her, “Speak it, love”

[Outro: B Lovee]
Speak to them, please don’t speak to us
He got hit with some shit, he was speakin’ tough
Beat it up, I’ma dip, I can’t sleep with her
And get real where I sleep, gotta keep it tough
Amiri, the denim, that’s all that I wear
Bitch, I’m rare, let ’em hear
From the jungle, I ain’t show no love
Slide the opp, put the dot on his hair
Oh, she actin’ Nicki, then let’s go
From the block to the TV, still on go
We gon’ pop out like 3D, we’re the smoke
Send them shots at his figi’, give him hope

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