Hellhound
Bish I'm faded
Contemplating
Plotting moves up in the basement
I'm like an agent
Riding solo in my spaceship
Fuck the fake shit
As a youngin always knew that I was born to die
Jaded but I don't know why aye
And now we headed to the floor here we go
Diamonds dancing every time I hit my dope gimme more
Pressure to my dome u know I really got it aye
Saying that you gang but yeah I really doubt it
It's fuck the law and fuck the cops
Catch me rolling up this bud up in the lot aye
And all these suckers tryna rob me of my spot
I'll make you think about your life
When these bullets flying thru your chest
Would you ride for me ride for me ride for me
Would you die for me die for me die for me
Would you ride for me ride for me ride for me
Would you die me yuh yuh
A yung buck
I'm in the cut
Don't give a fuck bout where you from
Still from the mud
Everyday be gunning for my set and I'll never rest
Ever since a lil jit never second guess
Put me to the test
This that westside grooving
Everyday I'm moving
Step up to the plate I swear to God shits a movie
Blade up to your neck
Now whatchu think of that?
I hope this world go up in flames
I'm just spitting facts
It's fuck the flesh
I'm sipping red hella early
Serpents at my door might not make to my thirties
Aye
And still my demons they be waging war
Puffing on da blunt I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
Contemplating
Plotting moves up in the basement
I'm like an agent
Riding solo in my spaceship
Fuck the fake shit
As a youngin always knew that I was born to die
Jaded but I don't know why aye
And now we headed to the floor here we go
Diamonds dancing every time I hit my dope gimme more
Pressure to my dome u know I really got it aye
Saying that you gang but yeah I really doubt it
It's fuck the law and fuck the cops
Catch me rolling up this bud up in the lot aye
And all these suckers tryna rob me of my spot
I'll make you think about your life
When these bullets flying thru your chest
Would you ride for me ride for me ride for me
Would you die for me die for me die for me
Would you ride for me ride for me ride for me
Would you die me yuh yuh
A yung buck
I'm in the cut
Don't give a fuck bout where you from
Still from the mud
Everyday be gunning for my set and I'll never rest
Ever since a lil jit never second guess
Put me to the test
This that westside grooving
Everyday I'm moving
Step up to the plate I swear to God shits a movie
Blade up to your neck
Now whatchu think of that?
I hope this world go up in flames
I'm just spitting facts
It's fuck the flesh
I'm sipping red hella early
Serpents at my door might not make to my thirties
Aye
And still my demons they be waging war
Puffing on da blunt I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
I'll make their bodies hit the fucking floor
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Hsieh
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