Hell Yeah ft. Tay Foolish & ZO Lyrics

We gave that boy a massive heart attack, how this choppa spit

Lil hoe out here selling pussy, might just fuck her and her friend

Smokin' on this gas, you know Lil E all up in this shit

Lil buddy go out bad, how the fuck you get your blick took

Smokin' on the gas, boy you know we had your gang shook

And lil shawty shakin' ass, might just go cop me a picture

Smokin' on this strong, won't catch me drinkin' no liquor

556 they hit his lungs, break him down just like a snicker

Hit that pussy then I'm gone, I didn't even have to tip her

223 they hit his lungs, crop lil bro up out the picture

Lil shawty took my heart and now she gone, I really miss her

Sike I lied that pussy trash, matter of fact, I just had to diss her

Yea,yea

You got racks ?, Hell Yeah

Hit from the back ?

Hell yeah, your pockets fat ?

Hell yeah, slide in a scat ?

Hell yeah, smokin' on thrax ?

Hell yeah, gas bags up in the air

Young n***a feel so slimy

Take that shit, don't really care

Say you ready, like ,for what ?

All that boy heard was them shells

Dumpin out the back of that truck

Sweepin' shit just like the mayor

See that car, you better duck

That boy movin' just like a snail

Slow as fuck, ZO

Yea, yea, creep up out them woods just like on tiger

Hold up, bro, you trippin

Get in the field, they already know I'ma blow my pole

12 they know just gon' head book em

Yeah, can't no n***a say I told

Last n***a played with ZO and his crew

We left that boy with a snotty nose, yeah

I never played with none of these n****s

Yeah, that's a fact

They know ZO nem stand on a business

I fuck round push up where you at

Live and die by E4M

Fuck these hoes run up a sack

My team lit everywhere they step

We step on bitches like a mat

Fuck them up

Push up 6 deep to your hood

Big Ram truck

If a n***a slid on us and scored a point

That shit was luck

Ain't cuffing on no groupie hoe

Truth be told, I wanna fuck

Send them birds through the mail

I can't let 12 come get the UPS

Yea,yea

You got racks ?, Hell Yeah

Hit from the back

Hell yeah, your pockets fat ?

Hell yeah, slide in a scat ?

Hell yeah, smokin' on thrax ?

Hell yeah, gas bags up in the air

Young n***a feel so slimy

Take that shit, don't really care

Say you ready, like ,for what ?

All that boy heard was them shells

Dumpin out the back of that truck

Sweepin' shit just like the mayor

See that car, you better duck

That boy movin' just like a snail

Slow as fuck

Got this bitch callin' me daddy

I don't even know her mammy

Bout the fam boy I don't play

I'll flip this bitch like the Titanic

Groupie hoe wanna be baby

Told her, let lil' bro come wham it

I ain't cuffing none of these sluts

It's only one that understand me

First young nigga in Wadley with a panoramic

Man these niggas junky as fuck

They all crashin' off of xanax

I ain't even from this city

I dare a pussy nigga come ban me

You n****s hoes

Same ones, that say they killin

Be the same ones gettin' exposed

Your chain tucked, you run up on me

I swear it's gon' be a case closed

Niggas know I'm havin' bands

Yeah, boy, I'm talkin' real loads