It Hit Different Rucci (Ft. BlueBucksClan)

[Intro: Rucci]
Ayy, uh-oh, uh-oh
Ayy, uh-oh, go

[Verse 1: Rucci]
They told me I can't do shows in LA (What?), okay, that's bull (Okay, that's bull)
Back to business (Like what?), take off my jewels
Ayy, this is not a fire drill, nigga, this a real Glock
This is not a game, bitch nigga, I got real opps
I get chills in my body when the seal pop (When the what?)
Mix the uh with the uh when I pill-pop (Go, go)
They know it's RuccDawg, baby, and I'm still hot (What you say?)
Call me Mr. Light It Up, bitch, I been hot (Go, go, go, go)
Pull up in a big drop (Skrrt-skrrt)
If you think about it, I ain't got no rich opps (No, no)
You in bad shape, I'm in tip-top (Come in what?)
Throw a party in the set when my shit drop (Go)

[Chorus: Rucci]
Hold up, wait (Hold on, wait)
Pay attention (What?)
Diors on my feet, but you know I ain't Christian (What?)
I'm on Melrose, but I'm really from the trenches (What else?)
Me and you just different, that shit hit different
I don't know about you, but I got bitches (Ayе-aye-aye-aye)
Ayy, I don't know about you, but I got bitchеs (Uh)
It hit different (Go, go, go)