hell bells pt2
Bro pulled up in a corvette
You not my gang, so back, back
In an all black coupe like Batman
Don't come in here unless you got the gas
I'll pull up in a ski mask
That nigga broke he ain't making cash
I walked his ass, and I got my mans
Walk down gang you know we gon' get 'em
Dance on a nigga like I'm from Philly
Run up on him and pop him like a pimple
Don't give a fuck cause he is not my kin folk
Leave that boy leaking like he on his menstrual
Smoking that gas and you know that its endo
12 Pulling up I'm jumping out the window
Moving in silence I'm gone when the wind blow
OH MY GOD!
Yeah, bring in them bells
Type of bell that leave you ringing and then send you straight to Hell
Yeah, type to have an atheist on his knees, wishing to a well
When it's up, it is stuck, and it's finna stay right there (Oh yeah)
Got them racks in the cut, tell that bro to keep it tucked
If he run up he gon' get shot in his gut yeah
I don't play them games, I don't hang with lames
Balling on these niggas man I feel just like D Wade
Man I'm so sick and tired of niggas tryna ride the wave
I'm getting all this money, lil nigga I cannot complain
I walk up in the club guarantee you Ima make it rain
Got Wocky in my cup and it's like I'm sipping purple rain
Shoutout to Future, you stuck in the past
You smoking on vapes and I'm smoking on thrax
That hoe want me back, but I cannot go back
I'm too caught up in it, chasing the bag
I got all these racks today
Might just cop a Jag today
Catch me posted with your bae
Superman like Roman Reigns
Rain, rain
Riding through the rain, rain (Skrtt)
Smoking on the dank, dank
Got me higher than a plane, plane
Yeah, chilling with your bae, on a good day
Yeah, racks coming in? yeah on a good day
Like I said I'm with your bae, putting on that anime
All these drugs that I crave, but I push that shit away
Yeah, bitch I'm pushing P
Yeah, I do it every day
Diamonds on me and the gleam
Shining bright in every way
Man this beat brought back the bell
It's gon' send you straight to Hell
Pussy boy I wish you well
Go pray to that wishing well
Go pray to that wishing well
Go pray to that well
Go pray to that well
Bitch they send you straight to hell, them bells...
Hell bells!
You not my gang, so back, back
In an all black coupe like Batman
Don't come in here unless you got the gas
I'll pull up in a ski mask
That nigga broke he ain't making cash
I walked his ass, and I got my mans
Walk down gang you know we gon' get 'em
Dance on a nigga like I'm from Philly
Run up on him and pop him like a pimple
Don't give a fuck cause he is not my kin folk
Leave that boy leaking like he on his menstrual
Smoking that gas and you know that its endo
12 Pulling up I'm jumping out the window
Moving in silence I'm gone when the wind blow
OH MY GOD!
Yeah, bring in them bells
Type of bell that leave you ringing and then send you straight to Hell
Yeah, type to have an atheist on his knees, wishing to a well
When it's up, it is stuck, and it's finna stay right there (Oh yeah)
Got them racks in the cut, tell that bro to keep it tucked
If he run up he gon' get shot in his gut yeah
I don't play them games, I don't hang with lames
Balling on these niggas man I feel just like D Wade
Man I'm so sick and tired of niggas tryna ride the wave
I'm getting all this money, lil nigga I cannot complain
I walk up in the club guarantee you Ima make it rain
Got Wocky in my cup and it's like I'm sipping purple rain
Shoutout to Future, you stuck in the past
You smoking on vapes and I'm smoking on thrax
That hoe want me back, but I cannot go back
I'm too caught up in it, chasing the bag
I got all these racks today
Might just cop a Jag today
Catch me posted with your bae
Superman like Roman Reigns
Rain, rain
Riding through the rain, rain (Skrtt)
Smoking on the dank, dank
Got me higher than a plane, plane
Yeah, chilling with your bae, on a good day
Yeah, racks coming in? yeah on a good day
Like I said I'm with your bae, putting on that anime
All these drugs that I crave, but I push that shit away
Yeah, bitch I'm pushing P
Yeah, I do it every day
Diamonds on me and the gleam
Shining bright in every way
Man this beat brought back the bell
It's gon' send you straight to Hell
Pussy boy I wish you well
Go pray to that wishing well
Go pray to that wishing well
Go pray to that well
Go pray to that well
Bitch they send you straight to hell, them bells...
Hell bells!
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Writer(s): Jalen Campbell
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