goin' to hell (remix)
(Intro)
Me and gang, we goin' to hell,
We even got shotty's, hit you with a shell,
I'm with yo shawty I'm hitting it well,
She liking my scent, she like how I smell,
I'm rocking that Dior cologne,
She hit me to cuddle, bitch get off my phone,
I'm just tryna hit, I'm just tryna bone,
If it's not bout money, leave me alone,
Yeah, that's how I feel,
In like two days, I done made a mil',
It's been a hot minute since I been in the field,
Being this rich, this shit is surreal,
Yeah, I am so real,
I'm shocking these niggas like I was an eel,
If you do pull up, yo blood getting spilt,
My money so tall it's like it's on stilts,
I am so high I might crash,
If I see twelve I'm doing the dash,
Turn you to dust bitch, turn you to ash,
I keep me a strap bitch, I do not lack,
Most of you niggas not hard,
Keep talking down and get shot in yo heart,
I'm playing this bitch like she was a harp,
Fuck a price, put that shit in the cart,
Yeah bitch, that's how I'm coming,
Keep playing with us, get shot in yo stomach,
You wasn't shooting bitch, you was just running,
How much in the clip? I think like a hundred,
You ain't ever touch a band,
I'm so high nigga, will I land?
We goin' to hell bitch, shout out Kan,
Why's you mad that yo bitch a fan?
Me and gang, we goin' to hell,
We even got shotty's, hit you with a shell,
I'm with yo shawty I'm hitting it well,
She liking my scent, she like how I smell,
I'm rocking that Dior cologne,
She hit me to cuddle, bitch get off my phone,
I'm just tryna hit, I'm just tryna bone,
If it's not bout money, leave me alone,
Yeah, that's how I feel,
In like two days, I done made a mil',
It's been a hot minute since I been in the field,
Being this rich, this shit is surreal,
Yeah, I am so real,
I'm shocking these niggas like I was an eel,
If you do pull up, yo blood getting spilt,
My money so tall it's like it's on stilts,
I am so high I might crash,
If I see twelve I'm doing the dash,
Turn you to dust bitch, turn you to ash,
I keep me a strap bitch, I do not lack,
Most of you niggas not hard,
Keep talking down and get shot in yo heart,
I'm playing this bitch like she was a harp,
Fuck a price, put that shit in the cart,
Yeah bitch, that's how I'm coming,
Keep playing with us, get shot in yo stomach,
You wasn't shooting bitch, you was just running,
How much in the clip? I think like a hundred,
You ain't ever touch a band,
I'm so high nigga, will I land?
We goin' to hell bitch, shout out Kan,
Why's you mad that yo bitch a fan?
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