Hell Yeah (feat. Tee Grizzley)
('Mano)
(OG Parker) yeah
Upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me, 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin', wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin', 'cause these fuck niggas missin'
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these slut hoes, 'cause these fuck niggas dickin'
Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me (yeah)
Fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent
Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it
I can't sleep at all when I'm deep in beef, I gotta clear that shit
Can't get set up at all, you set me up, then I gotta kill that bitch
Dreaded up, I should get some wicks, gon' murk you and whoever you wit'
And can't e'rybody go with me, when I'm goin' to hit a lick, yeah
I might leave some shit there, I come from the bricks, yeah
You just come to give me head, you ain't layin' in my bed
Get that top, then hit the road, no, I can't go up the road
I'll never sell my soul, done seen lotta niggas fold
Seen a lotta nigga change when they get behind 'em chains
They say they fuckin' mama name just not to be the one to blame
You know you better have some motherfuckin' aim, boy
'Cause them lil' niggas, they can't wait to bust your brain, boy, yeah
Upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin', wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin', 'cause these fuck niggas missin'
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these slut hoes 'cause these fuck niggas dickin'
Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me (yeah)
Fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent
Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it (oh, yeah)
Question asked, we shh-shh, catch 'em slippin', frrt, frrt (bah)
Shoot it 'til it click-click (niggas really bitches)
Play, we gon' fuck up yo' day and post outside yo' mama house
Slide for me, I'll slide for you, you go to jail, I'll bond you out (we get you out of there)
These niggas know who not to fuck with, we be clutchin' buttons (brrt)
These niggas, they got me disgusted, way too much dick suckin' (hoes)
These bitches know they can't get nothin' but a hard time
You see how these pointers shine, bitch, that come from hard grind
Still trappin', still active, can't help it, that's how we live
Can't fuck with you if you ratted, free my niggas doin' bids (real)
Get the addy, we gon' catch 'em, killers gon' ride past his crib
Call the AR girl fight, them choppa shots knock off his wig (yeah)
Upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin', wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin', 'cause these fuck niggas missin'
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these lil' hoes, 'cause these fuck niggas dickin'
Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me (yeah)
Fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent
Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it
(OG Parker) yeah
Upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me, 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin', wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin', 'cause these fuck niggas missin'
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these slut hoes, 'cause these fuck niggas dickin'
Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me (yeah)
Fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent
Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it
I can't sleep at all when I'm deep in beef, I gotta clear that shit
Can't get set up at all, you set me up, then I gotta kill that bitch
Dreaded up, I should get some wicks, gon' murk you and whoever you wit'
And can't e'rybody go with me, when I'm goin' to hit a lick, yeah
I might leave some shit there, I come from the bricks, yeah
You just come to give me head, you ain't layin' in my bed
Get that top, then hit the road, no, I can't go up the road
I'll never sell my soul, done seen lotta niggas fold
Seen a lotta nigga change when they get behind 'em chains
They say they fuckin' mama name just not to be the one to blame
You know you better have some motherfuckin' aim, boy
'Cause them lil' niggas, they can't wait to bust your brain, boy, yeah
Upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin', wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin', 'cause these fuck niggas missin'
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these slut hoes 'cause these fuck niggas dickin'
Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me (yeah)
Fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent
Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it (oh, yeah)
Question asked, we shh-shh, catch 'em slippin', frrt, frrt (bah)
Shoot it 'til it click-click (niggas really bitches)
Play, we gon' fuck up yo' day and post outside yo' mama house
Slide for me, I'll slide for you, you go to jail, I'll bond you out (we get you out of there)
These niggas know who not to fuck with, we be clutchin' buttons (brrt)
These niggas, they got me disgusted, way too much dick suckin' (hoes)
These bitches know they can't get nothin' but a hard time
You see how these pointers shine, bitch, that come from hard grind
Still trappin', still active, can't help it, that's how we live
Can't fuck with you if you ratted, free my niggas doin' bids (real)
Get the addy, we gon' catch 'em, killers gon' ride past his crib
Call the AR girl fight, them choppa shots knock off his wig (yeah)
Upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin', wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin', 'cause these fuck niggas missin'
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these lil' hoes, 'cause these fuck niggas dickin'
Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me (yeah)
Fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent
Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Terry Wallace, Leparis Dade, Terence Williams, Angelo Callari
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