Helluvit

Yeah
Ouu, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Ouu, yeah yeah

(Glrrr, glrrr)
Hundred round drum make him elevate
My hoe ass fat like an elephant
Send him to heaven yeah just for the hell of it
None of these n are relevant
Big balls on the Glock, now he up there with pelicans
That boy run his mouth I can tell he be telling it
I can't save these bitches, these hoes not my regiment
I turn that one to a two
She turn that dick to a flute
I can tell she go to school
She got good brain make me feel like a fool
Cut him off, he broke the rules
These ns gang bang cause they think that it's cool
I got large numbers on the tag of my shoe
And I can not help that your hoe had to choose

She say Peso you my favorite now
Pull up on your block, we gon air it out
I'm getting top like a fucking mountain
I'm getting green like a caesar salad
I put that dick in her fucking pallet
Fuck all these niggas that ever doubted
I tapped that hoe out, she can't take dick
All of these bitches are basic
Pull up on your block we gon ape shit
We get to clapping like standing ovations
I drip in the latest, I ran out of patients
These ns get killed and they all try to blame us
These ns get killed and they all try to blame us
She fuck with no condom, I say that she brave yeah

(Glrrr, glrrr)
Hundred round drum make him elevate
My hoe ass fat like an elephant
Send him to heaven yeah just for the hell of it
None of these ns are relevant
Big balls on the Glock, now he up there with pelicans
That boy run his mouth I can tell he be telling it
I can't save these bitches, these hoes not my regiment
I turn that one to a two
She turn that dick to a flute
I can tell she go to school
She got good brain make me feel like a fool
Cut him off, he broke the rules
These ns gang bang cause they think that it's cool
I got large numbers on the tag of my shoe
And I can not help that your hoe had to choose

I'm beating that kitty up
When she ride dick, tell her giddy up
I don't got to fight with the hoe, she gon give it up
Draw down on that nigga and tell him to give it up
They deeper than us, but it still can get serious
When them bullets touch your face it get hideous
She a demon for the semen, insidious
She got a mean appetite, quit the talk and just eat it up
(Eat it up, just eat it up)
Hundred round drum he can't touch me
She taking hits like it's nothing
We taking shit like professionals
You can't come over here, bitch our section full
Red beams, he get hit with these decimals
The last help he needed was medical
She gon eat on that dick like it's edible
If they not killers, why the fuck I keep telling them

Hundred round drum make him elevate
My hoe ass fat like an elephant
Send him to heaven yeah just for the hell of it
None of these ns are relevant
Big balls on the Glock, now he up there with pelicans
That boy run his mouth I can tell he be telling it
I can't save these bitches, these hoes not my regiment
I turn that one to a two
She turn that dick to a flute
I can tell she go to school
She got good brain make me feel like a fool
Cut him off, he broke the rules
These ns gang bang cause they think that it's cool
I got large numbers on the tag of my shoe
And I can not help that your hoe had to choose



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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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