Hell's Angels

Yeah, yeah Shout out Yo Gotti on this one I'm just standing in the kitchen Over the stove just water whippin' Mixing soda with the yola (Yeah) Bet I can show you how to get some moving Niggas wanting smoke, you only get it if you putting in Lurking on the west, I hold that K, bro holding F.N Painting shit for hours, I ain't never been no minute man (I ain't never) One man army, I don't fuck with y'all, don't got that many friends (Turn up) We hit his block up once, that bitch ain't die, so fuck it spin again (Yeah) Y'all done let the pussies clique with pussies, fuckin' lesbians (Yeah) Ran out of Patron, I'm out my body, pass that Remy then Switches on them sticks, they go to full auto from semi then (Yeah) Pop out like Pooh Shiesty, when I mask up in that sprinter van Niggas know too much, you got some info? shit then fill me in The one's who hate me most is always one's I'm doing better than (How that work?) Made a lot of racks OT, I'm worth too much to give a damn (Yeah) I can make a bitch do some shit like Boosie Left hand steer, right hand on the coochie Her head game dumb, make a nigga go stupid Said you gone kill who? Well nigga come do it Pussy upped pole but he too scared to shoot it Pass me the Drac, lil nigga I'll use it Extended clips long as hell, like a movie Got the drop where they play, gone get they whole crew lit She said come thru 'cause she know I will Sex hit different when I'm off that pill She start taking pics, I'm like hoe chill We ain't that deep yet, bitch what's yo deal? Don't sell me no red, if that shit ain't sealed Know I keep mines with me, I ain't got no fear You front yo move, that's the wrong idea Don't wolf on the net then get caught in the field 17 chops in the crib, it's a gun show K kickback, RIP when that gun blow Gang or no gang, I ain't got shit to run for Put him in this wood, but nigga I don't smoke Pussy so wet, dive in with a poncho Knocked down three already, need one more Tug on her hair when it's down like Repunzel Dick to her throat, bet bread she gone choke (NLE) Yeah, yeah And I remember all them times (That's that Shotta Flow, yeah, yeah) Relying on them food lines (Yeah, yeah) Dodging red and blue lights (Yeah, yeah) Promise we gone be alright (Yeah) We gone be alright (Yeah) Promise we gone be alright (Yeah) Promise we gone be alright (Yeah) Promise we gone be alright Look, I ain't never been to jail Been in shit, I'd never tell You goofy nigga, Dave Chappel Post yo shit, keep mine concealed Y'all be smooth, we step for real Banana clip, skrrrt out and peel (Skrrt) She tripping off like half a pill I Triumph like Bonneville I'm just standing in the kitchen Over the stove just water whippin' Mixing soda with the yola Bet I can show you how to get some moving It's Zayy It's Zayy Chosen