Hell in a Cell
MallySkeeza
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This a hell in a cell I'm in the ring raising hell No DQs I'm grabbing the chair Cracking his head and pinning him down I'm winning the match Might well throw in the towel Primo Ry KC on speed dial Make em leave town That boy exiled From acting hostile Clear the scene like a cleaned the aisle Meanwhile That boy Ry just beat trail For my guys no looking back run 2000 miles Take ya shit like a swapped a file Me and my niggas we balling out See You steady fouling what's the talk about Ya niggas reaching feening for some clout Need some dope, call me during the drought You ain't get the report Better call the scout Not dj unk you better walk it out If it ain't money what's to talk about Ya niggas losing off self doubt Not seeing chicken so you gonna pout Niggas tried to hop me but I'm not a turnstile See ya volume high you'll get turnt down You'll get shook down this my playground Shut ya block down that's a touchdown Catch you out in traffic now it's a showdown Score a light 40 like AI at Georgetown Have ya block looking like a ghost town Don't work for ups but a Nigga be packing it Hop in the booth and a nigga start blacking out Chasing the bag all over the map now In philly getting to it like a cash cow You could get hit if yo don't know how to act She feel a connection like WiFi She want red lobster but i took her to Popeyes Look for that pressure than i apply Get cooked like a burger and fries I ain't talking five guys But my Five guys Serve food like a butler Balling like jimmy But i ain't talking butler For my guys I'll crawl again through the gutta Boss not a middle man or a runner Learned how to take a loss and bounce back from another Shooting shots like Dame Lillard on the Thunder Heart stone cold, hit myself with a stunner Heard I'm a stain when you see me on site I see you in my sights it's no questions imma hit you this smite Like thugger I'm a thief in the night I could change the altitude When I'm High as a kite And Like this All black breitlang I'm gon shine in the night And it's no love lost Niggas gon ride on each other Niggas gon fire on each other But I'm not stressing Me and guys switching states for summer New plates for the winter Don't got time for sinning No more Ls my team winning Running up the digits Leave it ya to front with the midgets Try my team leave you fishing Or have you burning Make you step into a clinic These niggas they know I'm winning Reason why they grinning and tripping I just be sipping and chilling Stack my chips to the ceiling Or as tall as a building stack till i hit a million Flip that million to a billion In Brazil fucking on Brazilians He try to front we make em dip like a chi When we see the opposition we gon hit em in his lip Run it Run it Run it Run it I ain't talking Chris brown but he gon run it Ain't gherbo Ry gon up it F*ck it pass the grip imma up it Load my .40 before i ever load the bit up Never need a stylist for the fit bruh Balling out niggas reaching for some clout Need some dope, call me during the drought You ain't get the report well Better call the scout Not dj unk nigga you better walk it out
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