Hell Yea

Tony Coles
Drop, uh, go (yeah), drop, then we standin' on bidness
You know we don't fly with that (drop that shit, ayy)
Ayy, get that shit right, Tony (that bitch be ridin')
TSA beep, beep, bitch (ayy, let that bih ride)
Ayy, 600, 600, ah, ah, ah, ha-ha

Ever had to step on a nigga 'cause he was your opp, and you was just standin' on bidness? (Hell yeah)
Every had to ride through the block tinted windows while clutchin' the glizzy? (Skrrt, hell yeah)
Wasn't we fightin' off niggas for throwin' up Blood and we Crippin'? (Ayy, come here, bitch, hell yeah)
Feelin' like Santa with bags and smoke in the air, then we blitzin' (yeah, it's smoke)

Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), see an opp, and we bang on him (bang)
Throw up the set, get to talkin' too much, then we spinnin' on shit, tornado (we spinnin')
Taliban shit, really double TG (on go), we on go like Diego (on go)
15 niggas with 600 pounds (ayy) and we whoopin' this bitch like Jango (whoop)

See, we really been havin' this shit for a long time now, and I'm lovin' the difference
I be missin' the streets, thuggin' daily with heat, tryna see how to set up a mission
'Member punchin' on niggas to get my respect? You can ask lil' Ro', he a witness
I done earned all my stripes, spinnin' night after night, now I'm tell 'em to go and they blitzin'

Take it back to the very beggin' where nigga was roamin' the house, tryna hide to the bell
Linked up with Ro', we been givin' 'em hell, every time that we drop, that shit like show and tell
If she let me fuck, then she stuck like a spell, 30K on this Rollie for times in 'em cells
60K on my neck, this shit wet like a whale, niggas broke, I just spent they year rent on my bail

Now we really the wave, 'member back in the day at the track meet really playin' knockout? (Knockout)
Got banned from the field just for whoopin' on jit, from the hills, had them bringin' the cops out (on God)
Never played in a band, but we rock out (we rock), really ballin' on niggas, had to box out (let's box)
Way since the beginnin', me and my niggas was spinnin' (we spinnin') from sun up to sun down

Ever had to step on a nigga 'cause he was your opp, and you was just standin' on bidness? (Hell yeah)
Every had to ride through the block tinted windows while clutchin' the glizzy? (Skrrt, hell yeah)
Wasn't we fightin' off niggas for throwin' up Blood and we Crippin'? (Ayy, come here, bitch, hell yeah)
Feelin' like Santa with bags and smoke in the air, then we blitzin' (it's smoke)

Ever had to step on a nigga 'cause he was your opp, and you was just standin' on bidness? (Hell yeah)
Every had to ride through the block tinted windows while clutchin' the glizzy? (Skrrt, hell yeah)
Wasn't we fightin' off niggas for throwin' up Blood and we Crippin'? (Ayy, come here, hell yeah)
Feelin' like Santa with bags and smoke in the air, then we blitzin' (yeah-yeah)