Hell Lyrics

You trusting niggas you dont even know

I dont trust a soul im ready to blow

Fuck a big homie to give me the go

I go on my own you already know

Came to yo house with a big ass pole

You still fucking with me

You really that slow

We cant talk it out less you dr dolittle

How you gone talk to the goat

I get stressed out roll up and smoke

I got big flow row in a boat

Niggas be talking how would i know

Scary ass nigga gone keep on the low

If its up unfortunately its stuck

Should a kept it on the floor

Dont need no luck

And dont give no fucks i been on go

I been with them killers

I been with scammers

I been with them niggas who dont trust shit

Bro in the back with a dancer

Dont mean shit still grippin his hammer

Niggas be wishing for that smoke

Till i drop a big bag on em like santa Bamboo stick got me riding like a panda

Problem solver if you need a answer

If you need the drip i can supply it

Ima turn up and im causing a riot

Eating the beat up im not on a diet

Flyer than ever lock eyes with the pilot

I step in the room and i know im the flyest

The beef come with samples

But why would you try it

I turn up with ar's it get me excited

These niggas gone hate it

They bitches gone like it

They tried to take the streets out of me And every turn they failed

But the streets really made me

It taught me to take l's

And throw em back like fireballs

We really living in hell

Ima real nigga

All the way down to my a1's you can tell

Wish i had a time machine

So i could tell that younger me

No matter what happen

You gone bounce back like trampoline

Wish i had a time machine

So i could tell that younger me

Dont put your faith in such and such They aint really for me

Wish i had a time machine

So i could tell that younger me

Get that pussy of your mind

And stay as focused as can be

Wish i had a time machine

So i could tell that younger me

That dat nigga aint your nigga

Soon or later its gone be beef

I be ready

Big cold nigga yetti

Make it rain it aint confetti

Its bullets for his heady

Sneak up on him with that deady

Oh my god im sketchy

When i get in demon mode

That version be the best me

Shout out to who blessed me

Fuck whoever stress me

Dont get this messy

You gone ride for me then lets see

Bending corners like a mad man

Im sliding like mad max

She arch her back like the mcdonald m

I get in that shit stat

Had to test that nigga loyalty

He went behind my back

Like i wont snap

Like this one bullet

Wont put your head in your lap

Stack that money real high like a giraffe

Getting high from the fumes in the trap take a bath

I know you was tryna be gangster

Im sorry i had to laugh

Better hope you see my face

Issa murder if you see that mask oh woah

They tried to take the streets out of me And every time they failed

But the streets really made me

It taught me to take l's

And throw em back like fireballs

We really living in hell

Ima real nigga

All the way down to my a1's you can tell