HELLS KITCHEN

Lyrics

[Intro: BeezyB] (Jay motherfucking $plash) Yeah, Beezy [Chorus: BeezyB] I'm real high rank and I move like lieutenants He just got stripped for his pendant No Master P but I ain't got no limit Niggas want smoke, then they getting friction My gun be hot, damn, I need a mitten I'm cooking that dope like I'm in Hell's Kitchen You know I went shopping I fucked up bread [?] now I feel like Krillin [Verse 1: Slimesito & Sn8ke] Them chops start beating and you know its hittin' [?] Start hitting switches, nigga, 'til it's glitchin' Them bodies start droppin', now they need forensics Im GTA life but I dont fail no missions Im taxing for the bag I'm serving that ticket Try and run in there, I pop his ass like he Ricky Ain't never lacking, no, I stay with that blicky Twin with me and he murder for Benjis Im on that drop and it fuck up my kindey I hit the block and slide in that Trackhawk Jeep, bitch, this not no damn Hemi We having them Ps and we having that powder Feel like Ye cause I'm having some Power Back in high school I was selling that sour Spend a K on these Rick Owen trousers [Verse 2: BeezyB] I'm real high rank and I move like lieutenants He just got stripped for his pendant No Master P but I ain't got no limit Niggas want smoke, then they getting friction My gun be hot, damn, I need a mitten I'm cooking that dope like I'm in Hell's Kitchen You know I went shopping I fucked up bread [?] now I feel like Krillin