HELLBOY! Lyrics

Y'all hearin' this shit right now?

What the fuck?

Most of my dawgs is criminals

Come out the cut with the Glick on 'em

Bitch boy, ain't doin' subliminals

Hop out the 6, I'ma rip on 'em

Said he got Tris in his Brisk, so I might fuck around and go sip on it

Poured up some Wock' in my Rick's

Bitch, I got number 9 with the stick on me

Straight from the 989

But I might fuck around and go head to the A (Fuck)

I got the shooters with Glock 19's

They gone shoot up the 3, NBA (Fuck)

Shit I gotta Coupe and a cup

And I'm ramin' yo' bitch, when I land in L.A

I got the shooters with Glock 19's

They gone shoot up the 3, NBA

F.N., 556

Yeah, 762 it goes straight to his face

16 shots out my G23, but I fuck around pump 50 more out the K

Boy you ain't takin' no ecstasy, talkin' 'bout eatin' a rizzy today

Boy you ain't takin' no X, talkin' 'bout eatin' a rizzy today

Ay, said to that boy, let me in

I got some demons to get off my chest, so I gotta repent all my sins

City can see what I'm doin'

But I didn't think you could see through the tint

Fuck it, I might O.D. off the X, but I'm goin' to hell with my stick

F.N., 556

Yeah, 762 it goes straight to his face

16 shots out my G23, but I fuck around pump 50 more out the K

Boy you ain't takin' no ecstasy, talkin' 'bout eatin' a rizzy today

Boy you ain't takin' no X, talkin' 'bout eatin' that rizzy today