hell and back Lyrics

Bitch, don't turn around, look at me

Bitch, don't turn around, look at me

Bitch, don't turn around

Bitch, don't turn around look at me

Bitch, bitch look down I grip my piece

Bump, bump this when I'm on your street

Might, might be something in my weed

See so much death, I don't feel grief

Feel bad for them, don't weep for me

You best be ready when we meet

Already dead I live for free

Bitch, I'm Hank, I'm king of the hill

He think that I won't, I think that I will

I'll come for you, you steal my kill

I'm Scrooge McDuck, don't foot my bill

Hand on my blunt, hand on my gun

Gram to my lungs, that's how I get high now

Probably on x, throwing up letters

We are not the same,

Cause now you gotta sign out

Take him down to hell and back

Wonder where the devil at

Come to where they selling that

Get some shit that you never had

Take him down to hell and back

Wonder where the devil at

Come to where they selling that

Get some shit that you never had

If he a bitch, I ain't get my nine out

He think real motherfuckers gonna die out

If I see a real motherfucker

I'll keep my my mother mother fucking eye out

All my friends dead, cause they tried to get high now

Turn the lights red, cause they way too bright now

Girl too loud, she might get piped down

Take another hit, I guess this is life now

Take him down to hell and back

Wonder where the devil at

Come to where they selling that

Get some shit that you never had

Take him down to hell and back

Wonder where the devil at

Come to where they selling that

Get some shit that you never had

Hand on my blunt, hand on my gun

Gram to my lungs, that's how I get high now

Lungs, that's how I get high now