Hell Yeah!!

I thought I was hell of wreck
I gave myself a pad on the back
Uptown nigga
Might just need a
touchdown baddie with a
Hill on the back on gah
Steve Jobs how I be on the mac
Hundreds, baddies need all that
All these bodies, the semi automatic
Is taking all over me, I feel it in my body on gah

Now it's back to the base
Get to the cake
Whole lotta 10s
I'm on they hitlist
Oh what a day hell yeah
Roll up a j hell yeah
Don't stall my pay hell yeah
Back of the auto
Smoking that "coughs"
It's a whole lot of gas
Gas gas
I just got paid
Pulling out my gang
Look what I've done
Can't undo anything that's happened yeah
So roll up a j
Get to the cake
Back to the base
Back to the base

Who took it back to the bases
Who got this shit out the mud
Never go back to the days when
I had to feel like I belong
Oh now they know I'm the one
How I'm so bright I shine like the sun
Don't know what I become
Eye don tear go far and beyond
If she let me pull out the meat on gah
I promise is gon be long
She say make I give am a likkle time
I'm trying not to run outta patience
Affi take a look at me left hand wrist
I promise you I'll be gone
Right before the early morn
Gon back to the base
When you realize

Now it's back to the base
Get to the cake
Whole lotta 10s
I'm on they hitlist
Oh what a day hell yeah
Roll up a j hell yeah
Don't stall my pay hell yeah
Back of the auto
Smoking that "coughs"
It's a hell of gas
Gas gas
I just got paid
Pulling out my gang
Look what I've done
Can't undo anything that's happened yeah
So roll up a j
Get to the cake
Back to the base
Back to the base



Credits
Writer(s): Prosper Ezeobi
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