Hell Yeah

Lyrics

[Intro] (You think there's a perception that you're slowing down a little bit?) Everybody slows down when they get older. I think if I can just be smarter than all the youngings that's comin' I'll be fine. Am I slowing down? Maybe a little bit, maybe not (You have a chance to win a championship here?) When I'm on a team, we've got good guys around me, then yes, yes, hell yes [Verse 1: JR Writer] Look it's funeral wakes, graveyard flower time No studio breaks, trey balls, power grind Y'all on Ramadan, save that I devour mines Someone (?) I came back with them power lines Chasin' down the skrilla Quit playin' with a killer I ain't a dermatologist, you ain't gon' get a filler You claimin' niggas iller? Must be from Cincinnati Well I triple dare you crawl up in this cage with a gorilla Right hook, left hook, I'll give you the best look Ever think of checking me? I better see check books I don't think you understand whenever the chef cook Playin' with the thunder gang? You better be Westbrook Trigger finger itchy .22 to .50s I don't which one a nigga pickin' up, I'm picky You think you finna get me? You little niggas really got me fucked up Which one of y'all hit me with a (?) Dig me I'm in the Porsche Only 5th or boss They've been screamin' all day so the engine is horse Christian Diors You ain't know it nigga I floss Gators on the kid like I'm down at Disney resort Dog who you cats foolin'? I will finish you It's principle, I'm past true it Who your class schoolin'? I'm on the ave cruisin' Headed to the party and I'm hittin' everything movin' That's some mad shootin' Pocket and cash, you see I got the ave boomin' Body in trash, I mean what kind of bag you in? You don't give up that scratch then your hat fumin' What's the nickel pack, pack, you can ask Hue and When I put on a show I got these cats hootin' What you put in the flow and how is that human? Gat come with the extendo, your ass poolin' I grab money out the window, I'm fast foodin' [Verse 2: Dave East] I had to Rollie the wrist, I put in the order, get hit I come from the border, touching quarters, order be rich Pull up in that foreign, my bitch so foreign, take a pic Rather get money than lay with a bitch Them youngin's that's with me, they stay with the shits I do VVS so flawless These rap niggas so garbage Put an infrared on that carbon We taxin' niggas no bargins Made a couple racks, that's a good night When I took flight, first class Porsche 911, that'll mrk past That's Milly Rock in the 3rd Ave Section full of bottles, I don't ever do the bar I'm always in the buildin', them bitches know who we are I'm smokin' on the finest, this shit look like a cigar Hear you ridin' like Raiden nigga get up out the car Goin' out my way to finally come up out that dark I couldn't see no lights, livin' trife, me and my dog Stop askin' questions, mami you gotta take it off Liquor, weed, and molly, them bitches'll probably take it off I don't know nothin' about you but I just chase the money I went too hard to ever let a nigga take it from me I'm in Neiman's rememberin' every day was bummy Making pick ups in the projects, addicted to filthy money The last bid, I promise I will put that work down God bless the child that hold his own, let's go to church now The devil on me Hope you can dig it, I got a shovel on me Hard for me to walk through detective's I got that metal on me Meek already told you niggas in life it's levels homie These niggas switch like the seasons, I'm feelin' better lonely All by my dolo, Polo when I do fall gear In public hard to get close to me, just know we all here In one year I did a song with Nas, did a song with Styles Did a song with Jada, give a fuck about haters Did records with Wyclef, got a drink with Noreaga Pusha T, that's my nigga Adidas come in flavors In the 'jects blastin' music, fuck all my neighbors Havin' conversations with Trigger bout bitches and liquor He told me go get the money and don't get caught up with niggas Blog sites be on me, watch how I talk to these niggas We was trappin' Break the package, split it all with my hittas 11.99, dimes light up a forest on niggas They ain't East