Hello

Lyrics

(Verse 1) (PFT): Venomous cats, they be hidden in mask & Jim Carrey, him carry pen & a pad He remain button lipped until the benjamins grabbed And then he dip, Turn Fenton Burn pension on gas Goth bizzle Competition in trash bin And if they not, they catch one to the temple No aspirin, like what is not to get? This shit is simple as math is Steady kickin shit like Enter The Dragon (on these bitch niggas) It would be grand if niggas kept it a buck fifty Instead of lying and swearin that they don't fuck wit me Scary, my shit as rare as some nun titties Twice as graceful while you spiteful, hateful Tryna swipe my paper but they not successful And they got me heated like an iron kettle And they tryna play me just like I'm a cello But they got me fucked up, real nigga shit (Yall niggas on that other shit, really) (Chorus) (PFT): (How you doin) Hello (What's good) (12X) (Verse 2) How you doing, how you feeling ,what's good? I can pull up with the baddest in the hood I be spitting like Suge on these beats that i be wrecking in my adolescence AIn't no second guessin Get to killing without asking questions I've been feeling too cold, think i need heat S-C-O-K-I-Double D And y'all rapping niggas lame, need to take a seat Mess with me, Fuck around and get yo ass beat First Class Take Off til I'm off earth But when i'm gone, i'll prolly be on Mars getting turnt With a couple bad martians, like it when i flirt Get some Martian space pussy, gotta put in work I've been tryna run a check with my amigos Got some recognition then i started meeting freak hoes Same nigga, same style, wear the same clothes I ain't even trippin Was expected I know how it go My OG put me hip to these hoes games I know the truth, I'll never look at a bitch the same Fuckin & suckin on bout any nigga with a name I'm sendin shots, wanna feel it? Then I'm gon aim First Class, gang gang 700 shit Treat everything like a marathon I be runnin shit I'm tryna make it to the top and get to gunnin shit I'm working on a Mil In a minute, I should be stuntin bitch Yall done let a beast loose Cuttin up like I reap you See me coming, retreat dude Trippin like i'm a chicken coupe Imma kill for millenials Gotta do it, it's me or you Know my answer if I'mma choose Beat the beat and i leave it bruise Chasin the paper, middle finger to the haters And i know the hatin' Snappin like the jaws on aligators I see imitators Everybody sayin First Class What the fuck is that? You ain't First Class, You can't pass nigga (Chorus)