Heaven & Hell ft. Blueface Lyrics

Uh, we keep two threes for niggas with man buns

It ain't no fun when a rapper got the damn gun

Bet your bitch she more thick than a bed bug

Only been down for tips and handguns

I shot more niggas than niggas shot a And 1's, I bust more nines than 9-1-1

Two, three, uh

Talkin' that man's got his ass meshed up

Doo, doo, doo, from his back to his gut

We raised the roof, drove his hellcat to heaven

Dodgin' the demons, got hit with a blessing

Six, six, six, hit his ass with a seven

Treat all my bitches like they is a peasant

Don't fuck with twelve, but I fuck with eleven

All of my dawgs, yeah, they goin' to heaven

All of my enemies goin' to hell

Not cause I'm killin' them, cause they all tell

Money been changin' me, can I prevail

UPS fuckin' up pounds in the mail

Ben Franks wanna be friends with the devil

Anne Frank pushin' out gas with the pedal

How many faces we crippled, man, several

Aint' use your brain so we hit your whole temple

Yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, she an animal

I had to let him know, I got the antidote

CP3 to Farid, I'm just a manimal

EBTQPC was on the manual

Packin' out Pacquiao like I'm a Emmanuel

Hittin' her yearly like this shit was annual

Takin' the L with my Jacksons like Samuel

Uh, that was just a starter kit

That was just a part of it

You don't wanna honor it

I'm makin' supersonic hits

Like it was Obama's list

Runnin' up my confidence

Workin' like a communist

Yeah, uh, uh, shit

You pussies is under me

Drive out with Chevy Camaro like Bumblebee

Even if AD is rushin' me, there ain't no fumblin' me

Gordon the Ramsey like I went to Hesby

Cause all of my cooks been a son of a B

Yeah, she been sexy, but she can't impress me

Cause I don't like bitches with fake hair and feet

Yeah, uh, shit

And that's just the end of it

Changin' the fonts, on my tats like I'm letterin

Feel like then NELK boys cause I been just sendin' it

Can't make no choices, but I got my preference

I've been just menacing to all my enemies

Run up my checking fees

Son of Poseidon, sea

All of my enemies goin' to hell

Not cause I'm killin' em, cause they all tell

Money been changin' me can I prevail

UPS fuckin' up pounds in the mail

Ben Franks wanna be friends with the devil

Ben Frank pushin' out gas with a pedal

How many faces we cripple, man, several

Ain't use your brain so we hit your whole temple

Yeah, yeah