HELL & BACK Lyrics

I done took my girl to hell and back and she was thankful

I think she might only be with me because my bankrolls

Do you think that you was meant for me like was this fateful

Yeah, I just, called that, teller, get that bank closed

We gon start it up

Yeah bitch is this hot enough?

Yeah Cause I can get hotter bruh

Bitch put that key in start it up

That boy demon not wit us

Yeah fuck them G's they not wit us

Crush em' crush em' yeah I turn that chain you got to cobble dust

Yeah who the fuck want smoke with us we wet em' up can't start the flame

Yeah you wanna start some joke wit us might run it up then pop ya brain

You ain't got no diamonds bruh might snatch it up, that's not your chain

I'm Killing shit and I'm 17 that's under 21 but I'm Slaughter Gang

My choppa instant death nigga

Yall music sound like deaf niggas

Fuck it tho we turn it up so damn loud we might be going deaf with ya

I don't even fire once imma keep it snapping till I get the best picture

Heard you riding with your shorty, don't discriminate cause she can get a vest with ya

Yeah she can take the shells with ya

Damn She can ring the bell with ya

Yeah she can carry glocks, she can hold the knock, she can go to hell with ya

I can see she fell with ya

I can see yall fell out the picture

I done broke the scale fuck the richter

I don't give a damn I'm the victor

I don't give a damn if you miss her

Green tip and beam I won't miss her

Talking bout the green imma get some

Talking bout the bean imma sip some

All this fucking lean in my system

She can give brain though she big dumb

Why you niggas acting like the victim

What's that on the whopper? It's a big drum

(Grah, grah,) it's a big drum

Yeah I don't switch it, it's an automatic

Red light, know we caught him at it

Didn't want it but I got him tragic

Yall some fed niggas where the fuck the badge at?

I'm a pretty nigga, where my beauty pageant?

( yeah, yeah) Yeah get the forty out and go go gadget!

Blow, blow, blow, blow at jit

Where you go? I thought your bro had it?

Word my shorty she is so bad bitch

Stuffed pockets I'm the dough magnet

Yall been upping shit yall the flow bandits

On the meds I don't need no bandage

Big snitch call your bro Candace

Brick by brick no Kansas

Fuck your ten toes, your bro vanished

I don't listen, tell your hoe can it

I might pull up with a whole cannon

When I pull up know that hoe ran it

If he taking get your bro banished

I can take it but I don't stand it

I done took my girl to hell and back and she was thankful

Yeah, Now I think that she might be with me just cause my bankrolls

Hoe do you think you was meant for me like was this fateful

I just hit that teller tell him you should get this bank closed like damn!

(Grah, Grah, yeah)

(Yeah)

(Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah)

(Yeah, Aye)