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Different Day

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Different Day was released on October 31, 2025 by Santa Anna as a part of the album Bloodbathh Vol. 2: Violate We Demonstrate

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chuckyy

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kendale Malachi Williams

Kendale Malachi Williams

Composer

David Eyo

Composer

Charles Edward Davis

Charles Edward Davis

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson

Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson

Mixing Engineer

Bobby Campbell

Immersive Audio Engineer

Bugg

Engineer

Four3vaa

Producer

Jayco

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Four3va)

[Chorus]

**** be goin' to jail, gettin' out the same weekend, like what the fucky?

By myself I still score buckets

I shoot first, shoot back or somethin'

I can't go on a date for nothin', lil' ho might get me whacked or somethin'

Fully automatic piece on the back of the Glock, it feel like it's asthma comin'

Yeah, you **** can't last for nothin'

I'll spend a ten and make a thirty redundant

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run it?

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run this shit?

I can't step in, I carry my gun in it

He a rookie, the packs, he fumblin'

Catch him out of bounds, my **** stompin' him

Boy, I told you, my **** insane

[Verse 1]

Wake up, get fly, walk out the door totin' a Glock 20, ain't shit changed

Heard an opp got hit with a flame, on my first mission, I feel in love with my aim

These **** be goin' out sweet, I'm in throwback pictures, I been gang bangin'

On licks since like thirteen, ain't workin' a job, gotta get that paper

And **** don't wanna get no money, they just wanna start rappin' and get famous

It's the new world, this shit dangerous

Watch Darrel get out P Angels

When I'm dumpin', I'm twistin' my fingers, I'm tryna let you know that I'm really gang bangin'

Got some blood and I started feindin', now me and foenem spin now or later

Should I fuck her now or later?

It don't matter, I'm 'bout to break her

Could the opps take a shower maybe?

Why them fuck **** always stankin'?

Heard they found his ass wrapped in a blanket

With no button, the 10 milli' shakin'

Fuck the CPD, treat 'em like racists

Hit the Spider-Man lights, we skate 'em

Bro got defense like Raiders

You a snitch and I saw it on paper

I don't do wires, I'm on paper

So I count shit up on the wake up

I don't like my bitch with makeup

Leavin' four-nickel shells in his tank-top

Asked what they do, we do face shots

We stay fuckin' 'em up, got the jakes hot

Watch the lane switch, I get crazy

Oral sex, wanna have my baby?

She was fantasizin' maybe

Top speed on the two-door, one eighty

I got hella money, shit like rabies

But I can't pass out none of this paper

I can't get all done with you, I smoke weed, might fuck up my tastebuds

[Chorus]

**** be goin' to jail, gettin' out the same weekend, like what the fucky?

By myself I still score buckets

I shoot first, shoot back or somethin'

I can't go on a date for nothin', lil' ho might get me whacked or somethin'

Fully automatic piece on the back of the Glock, it feel like it's asthma comin'

Yeah, you **** can't last for nothin'

I'll spend a ten and make a thirty redundant

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run it?

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run this shit?

I can't step in, I carry my gun in it

He a rookie, the packs, he fumblin'

Catch him out of bounds, my **** stompin' him

Boy, I told you, my **** insane

Written by: Charles Davis, David Eyo, Kendale Malachi Williams

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