Bell (feat. Raii)
These niggas bitches, cap like they with it, Just take a look in his eyes you can tell
Sliding with twin glocks, one got a 30, one got a drum call em' kenan and kel
Slide through his windows, waving this bitch like hello way it sing you would think it's Adele
Package get shipped just touchdown in the mail
This shit some pressure you don't got to smell
These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails
Say he a demon we bringing him hell
Choppa gon sing like it's Petti LaBelle
Talk down on my name Then we ringing his bell
Say i'm facing shit you can't even inhale
Keep it a hundred don't know how to feel
Throw brody the work
And I'm catching them sales
And if he run up on me i'm shooting for real
And I gotta monster space jam
Bro hit a lick and they caught him on face cam
Ain't no ovo when the drake dance
He don't want smoke like he wearing a face mask
No call of duty the drac got a sight
His bitch keep on calling she tryna get pipe
I'm sliding for bro if it's wrong or it's right
When love in the mix i don't know wrong or right
Can't talk on the net you not bout what you speak
Plug just gave me a Q got it off in a week
I can't talk to that bitch all the time she a geek like
Bitch just keep it discrete
Say i hit you once and i'm saying my peace
These internet niggas keep talking on tweets
Roll up like some weed at his door like a reef
Shooter M.I.A he got aim like a heat
Uh
Niggas keep faking can't keep shit real
I guess the don't know how it feel
Say i'm calling plays but ain't been in the field
Bro touchdown the pack he should play NFl
I don't know her name but she still let me feel
Fucked on her friend but she still let me kill
But i told you these niggas not real
The way that they breaking the code need to crack me a seal
These niggas bitches, cap like they with it, Just take a look in his eyes you can tell
Sliding with twin glocks, one got a 30, one got a drum call em' kenan and kel
Slide through his windows, waving this bitch like hello way it sing you would think it's Adele
Package get shipped just touchdown in the mail
This shit some pressure you don't got to smell
These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails
Say he a demon we bringing him hell
Choppa gon sing like it's Petti LaBelle
Talk down on my name Then we ringing his bell
Sliding with twin glocks, one got a 30, one got a drum call em' kenan and kel
Slide through his windows, waving this bitch like hello way it sing you would think it's Adele
Package get shipped just touchdown in the mail
This shit some pressure you don't got to smell
These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails
Say he a demon we bringing him hell
Choppa gon sing like it's Petti LaBelle
Talk down on my name Then we ringing his bell
Say i'm facing shit you can't even inhale
Keep it a hundred don't know how to feel
Throw brody the work
And I'm catching them sales
And if he run up on me i'm shooting for real
And I gotta monster space jam
Bro hit a lick and they caught him on face cam
Ain't no ovo when the drake dance
He don't want smoke like he wearing a face mask
No call of duty the drac got a sight
His bitch keep on calling she tryna get pipe
I'm sliding for bro if it's wrong or it's right
When love in the mix i don't know wrong or right
Can't talk on the net you not bout what you speak
Plug just gave me a Q got it off in a week
I can't talk to that bitch all the time she a geek like
Bitch just keep it discrete
Say i hit you once and i'm saying my peace
These internet niggas keep talking on tweets
Roll up like some weed at his door like a reef
Shooter M.I.A he got aim like a heat
Uh
Niggas keep faking can't keep shit real
I guess the don't know how it feel
Say i'm calling plays but ain't been in the field
Bro touchdown the pack he should play NFl
I don't know her name but she still let me feel
Fucked on her friend but she still let me kill
But i told you these niggas not real
The way that they breaking the code need to crack me a seal
These niggas bitches, cap like they with it, Just take a look in his eyes you can tell
Sliding with twin glocks, one got a 30, one got a drum call em' kenan and kel
Slide through his windows, waving this bitch like hello way it sing you would think it's Adele
Package get shipped just touchdown in the mail
This shit some pressure you don't got to smell
These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails
Say he a demon we bringing him hell
Choppa gon sing like it's Petti LaBelle
Talk down on my name Then we ringing his bell
Credits
Writer(s): Guap Guap
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