Hell

Lyrics

[Intro] (dulio, 力を貸して) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I blew a bag at Chanel, ha YSL, my belt (Brr) Got to the bank, you could tell, uh-huh Your bitch said she like how I smell, okay My whip, straight from Hell, tuh Your pockets, they frail I get the money, I get out on bail I had some money before I signed a deal Okay, lil' bih', what's your deal? I'm finna go in my shell Lil' nigga tried to play with Namil, oh nah [?] That bitch, she keep hittin' my cell, oh yeah Bitch, I got a gun for myself Moncler Boots [?] Pour a four in my juice up, bitch I'm finna sell [Verse] Yeah, I ain't wanna do 'em bad, huh Walk in school, with a bag, ha I know why I got 'em mad Really just 'cause I been poppin' them tags AMG, I might switch up to a Jag' Really been comin' in first, you last I stay with my bitch, 'cause her the best Can't fuck with the sticks, you tote, you rag Walk out that bitch, with all of that Give me that shit, need all the cash Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, you hold her back Not even a whip, can hold the racks I'm not finna cap, he said you ass Don't make no sense, my pockets fat I'm in yo hood, bitch where you at? I'm doin' good, matter of fact Pull up on you, with my crew, and a bag I been workin' on droppin', made a mill' off a Mac You ain't sippin' on drop, you ain't sippin' on Wock' You be talkin' online, it's the reason you whack My brother gotta shoot you in the back (Back, back) Get turned to a [?], turned to a pack (Pack, pack) Nigga, you gotta do better than that (That, that) My brother ride around with a TEC Yeah, they finna shoot at they chest Some my niggas tellin' me I'm next I walk around like a vet Switchin' lanes, skrrt off in a 'Vette ('Vette) I don't do shit, get them wet (Wet) Tell my brother, "Stop poppin' that X" (Oh yeah) I-I-I put the gang in the Jag', yeah SRT and the engine (Woo) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I blew a bag at Chanel, ha YSL, my belt (Brr) Got to the bank, you could tell, uh-huh Your bitch said she like how I smell, okay My whip, straight from Hell, tuh Your pockets, they frail I get the money, I get out on bail I had some money before I signed a deal Okay, lil' bih', what's your deal? I'm finna go in my shell Lil' nigga tried to play with Namil, oh nah [?] That bitch, she keep hittin' my cell, oh yeah Bitch, I got a gun for myself Moncler Boots [?] Pour a four in my juice up bitch I'm finna sell