Hell Yeah (feat. Tay Foolish & ZO)

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We gave that boy a massive heart attack, how this choppa spit
Lil hoe out here selling pussy, might just f*ck her and her friend

Smokin' on this gas, you know Lil E all up in this shit
Lil buddy go out bad, how the f*ck you get your blick took

Smokin' on the gas, boy you know we had your gang shook
And lil shawty shakin' ass, might just go cop me a picture

Smokin' on this strong, won't catch me drinkin' no liquor
556 they hit his lungs, break him down just like a snicker

Hit that pussy then I'm gone, I didn't even have to tip her
223 they hit his lungs, crop lil bro up out the picture

Lil shawty took my heart and now she gone, I really miss her
Sike I lied that pussy trash, matter of fact, I just had to diss her

Yea,yea
You got racks ?, Hell Yeah
Hit from the back ?

Hell yeah, your pockets fat ?
Hell yeah, slide in a scat ?
Hell yeah, smokin' on thrax ?
Hell yeah, gas bags up in the air

Young n***a feel so slimy
Take that shit, don't really care
Say you ready, like ,for what ?

All that boy heard was them shells
Dumpin out the back of that truck
Sweepin' shit just like the mayor
See that car, you better duck

That boy movin' just like a snail
Slow as f*ck, ZO
Yea, yea, creep up out them woods just like on tiger
Hold up, bro, you trippin

Get in the field, they already know I'ma blow my pole
12 they know just gon' head book em
Yeah, can't no n***a say I told
Last n***a played with ZO and his crew

We left that boy with a snotty nose, yeah
I never played with none of these n****s
Yeah, that's a fact
They know ZO nem stand on a business

I f*ck round push up where you at
Live and die by E4M
F*ck these hoes run up a sack
My team lit everywhere they step

We step on bitches like a mat
F*ck them up
Push up 6 deep to your hood
Big Ram truck

If a n***a slid on us and scored a point
That shit was luck

Ain't cuffing on no groupie hoe
Truth be told, I wanna f*ck

Send them birds through the mail
I can't let 12 come get the UPS

Yea,yea
You got racks ?, Hell Yeah
Hit from the back

Hell yeah, your pockets fat ?
Hell yeah, slide in a scat ?
Hell yeah, smokin' on thrax ?
Hell yeah, gas bags up in the air

Young n***a feel so slimy
Take that shit, don't really care
Say you ready, like ,for what ?
All that boy heard was them shells

Dumpin out the back of that truck
Sweepin' shit just like the mayor
See that car, you better duck
That boy movin' just like a snail

Slow as f*ck

Got this bitch callin' me daddy
I don't even know her mammy
Bout the fam boy I don't play

I'll flip this bitch like the Titanic
Groupie hoe wanna be baby
Told her, let lil' bro come wham it
I ain't cuffing none of these sluts

It's only one that understand me
First young nigga in Wadley with a panoramic
Man these niggas junky as f*ck
They all crashin' off of xanax

I ain't even from this city
I dare a pussy nigga come ban me
You n****s hoes
Same ones, that say they killin

Be the same ones gettin' exposed
Your chain tucked, you run up on me
I swear it's gon' be a case closed
Niggas know I'm havin' bands

Yeah, boy, I'm talkin' real loads

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