Go To Hell

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jose the Plug) [Verse 1: TrDee] Chop or the Glock, pick your match (Glrrt) Dawg broke as fuck, somebody need to fix him like a patch If I liked weak shit, I'd listen to you rap Room full of bad bitches, go ahead and pick a snack I'll bet the whole bank on myself and double down What, is this the lost and found? Can't believe y'all stealin' style I'm just tryna stack my money, tryna add it to the pile Had trials and tribulations, never throwin' in the towel (Never) [Verse 2: StanWill] We ain't at the club, but your ho strippin' Think it's fresh up out the grease how I blow chicken (Chicken) Pull up tryna step, leave your toеs missin' Thinkin', should I play the Five-sevеN or just four-fifth it? Twenty on my neck, bitch, it's thirty on my wrist Bitch, I'm quick to throw a bullet like I'm Purdy if they blitz Lil' bro ain't kickin' nothin', his cup as dirty as it get Worried 'bout them commas, you won't catch me worried 'bout no bitch [Verse 3: TrDee] Bro fresh out tryna get revenge Heard you was out here droppin' dimes like a couple tens I ain't even trippin' 'bout that shit, I took it on the chin Up before the birds chirpin', I'm just tryna get it in I don't act, bitch, I ain't Samuel Bro ain't tell nobody 'bout his body, he don't kiss and tell You don't like my music? You can go to hell Ho shit should be a felony, now throw him in the jail [Verse 4: StanWill] Playin' with my dough get you baked, spill his marinara I'm so motherfuckin' rich, designer what I wear for errands I'm with TrDee, boy, that's my brodie like we sharin' parents Muggin' get you shot, I swear to God, you will get aired for starin' Treat the opps like some 'za, bet we roll up and blow 'em Got a bitch in every city, all these hoes on my scrotum Catch me chillin' in his yard just like a gnome, bitch, I'm on him Known to put a bitch to sleep, might fuck your ho into a coma [Verse 5: TrDee] Y'all niggas always bitchin', y'all a bunch of Karens Wish you would try to play me like a ho, I'm double-darin' Flyer than a jet, I'm like that QB, you can call me Aaron Popped a mean mug at a nigga, who you think you scarin'? Hibachi steak, hibachi rice You know that you livin' good when you ain't trippin' 'bout the price Fuck around and bless a bitch, today, I'm feelin' nice Please, do not buy no designer if you cannot buy it twice [Verse 6: StanWill] If I ain't at the stu', I'm up at Hutchy buyin' ice Think I'm Japanese, I'm uppin' chopsticks to fry his rice If I don't catch 'em when we slide, I'm tryin' twice Had to grab a hundred Faygos, all my niggas buy is pints Tryna drop the Jeep with the robo roof Thinkin' with his meat, put a ho on you Goin' through my phone, that's a no-no, boo Better not say it's up with the gang, we might blow your dukes, dummy Dog Shit Militia [Outro: TrDee] I don't act, bitch, I ain't Samuel Bro ain't tell nobody 'bout his body, he don't kiss and tell You don't like my music? You can go to hell Ho shit should be a felony, now throw him in the jail