Hella Lyrics

Speak up baby

I got hella racks

Blowing out your back

Your man hella wack

This ain't cap in a hellcat

Yeah, you fuckin' broke?

I can't help that

Fuck that

Yeah, I'm speeding through your city with the top hatched

Any brand you want we can cop that

Booty in the selfie? Better crop that!

Fuck that

Everything is Gucci

Rappin' like I'm Tunechi

Coming from the bottom of the barrel

They like "who he?"

Yeah, I'll have you staring down the barrel of my Uzi

Working my ass off

I'm feeling like the crew chief

Raise my kids like Boosie

My purchases are bougie

Ima nightmare in the whip when I'm cruzin'

I'm only smokin' doobies

I don't need no roomies or no shroomies

That shit just confuse me & leave me fuming

My music is a movement cause we grooving

Middle fingers up if you live it more than do it

My packs moving

McGavin, the way I'm shootin'

Happy Gilmore, the way they boo'in'

I'm not stupid!

My gas like Khalifa

And this ain't Sativa reefer

Kill Kenny turning into the Reaper

Blowing out your speakers deeper

Giving me a fever

Till I have amnesia

I don't like it either

Yeah, you tryna dab?

I got wax in the freezer

It won't give you seizures

Only dropping teasers

Jesus (sucks)

Speak up baby

I got hella racks

Blowing out your back

Your man hella wack

This ain't cap in a hellcat

Yeah, you fuckin' broke?

I can't help that

Fuck that

Yeah, I'm speeding through your city with the top hatched

Any brand you want we can cop that

Booty in the selfie? better crop that!

Drop top baby with a ball hat

Ball-gag

Suckin' on this dick all she want back

Mall bag

Call back?

I be with the mall rats gettin' fall tags

Lets drawback