Lyrics to Hell
(AP)
(CashMoneyAP)
(Yur, was goin’ on with ya brother?)
Twin
(I’m just callin’ you, to let you know I’m proud of ya, you already thought that)
(Time to make ya name in the industry)
Appreciate that my nigga, I love you
I ain’t did shit yet, I’m Here to Stay
(Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)
(Love ya to brother)
(On my mama, don’t forget that)
(Fatt)
Nigga, I’m geeked off this Molly
Clutchin’ FN, I’ll leave you dead in the party
When a nigga get out his body, hit ‘em with gen
I’ll leave you dead [?]
Nigga, i ain’t never needed nobody, neither myself
I ain’t never ask for no help
I won’t tongue wrestle, on no net
You a lil’ boy, pull up a tec up
Yeah, ride ‘round with fully sticks, cause we know nun else
Yeah, i gave you everythin’, now i got nun left
Yeah, yeah, yeah when i go out i spend more cheese, on you then i do myself (Yeah, yeah)
I asked myself pastor if i OD, am i gonna go to Hell
These niggas hoes, copin’ pleads soon as they go to jail
How the fuck you get back on the streets to fast?, i know you tellin’
Yeah, yeah I’ll put down the gen, and come beat your ass i know you scared
Yeah, and who really steppin’ on shit and gettin’ money?, only time gon’ tell in the end
Know a nigga pushin’ shit under his muscle now his brother stuck in the pen
I’m gon’ stay on his block, for months and go take me a shot and do it again
I grew up watchin’ Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun I’m just like him
Don’t give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums and I’m nun like them
And before they was opps, man these Niggas was fans
You kill ‘em, I got 10 bands
I went big, on big
While you niggas was playin’, look at all this money i ran up
Niggas hop on the net, with a whole lot of tec
When we see ‘em, they never be sayin’ nun
When we kick in yo shit in, we gon’ leave yo ass dead
So might as well, not say nun
Nigga, I’m geeked off this Molly
Clutchin’ FN, I’ll leave you dead in the party
When a nigga get out his body, hit ‘em with gen
I’ll leave you dead [?]
Nigga, i ain’t never needed nobody, neither myself
I ain’t never ask for no help
I won’t tongue wrestle, on no net
You a lil’ boy, pull up a tec up
Yeah, ride ‘round with fully sticks, cause we know nun else
Yeah, i gave you everythin’, now i got nun left
Yeah, yeah, yeah when i go out i spend more cheese, on you then i do myself (Yeah, yeah)
I asked myself pastor if i OD, am i gonna go to Hell
(CashMoneyAP)
(Yur, was goin’ on with ya brother?)
Twin
(I’m just callin’ you, to let you know I’m proud of ya, you already thought that)
(Time to make ya name in the industry)
Appreciate that my nigga, I love you
I ain’t did shit yet, I’m Here to Stay
(Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)
(Love ya to brother)
(On my mama, don’t forget that)
(Fatt)
Nigga, I’m geeked off this Molly
Clutchin’ FN, I’ll leave you dead in the party
When a nigga get out his body, hit ‘em with gen
I’ll leave you dead [?]
Nigga, i ain’t never needed nobody, neither myself
I ain’t never ask for no help
I won’t tongue wrestle, on no net
You a lil’ boy, pull up a tec up
Yeah, ride ‘round with fully sticks, cause we know nun else
Yeah, i gave you everythin’, now i got nun left
Yeah, yeah, yeah when i go out i spend more cheese, on you then i do myself (Yeah, yeah)
I asked myself pastor if i OD, am i gonna go to Hell
These niggas hoes, copin’ pleads soon as they go to jail
How the fuck you get back on the streets to fast?, i know you tellin’
Yeah, yeah I’ll put down the gen, and come beat your ass i know you scared
Yeah, and who really steppin’ on shit and gettin’ money?, only time gon’ tell in the end
Know a nigga pushin’ shit under his muscle now his brother stuck in the pen
I’m gon’ stay on his block, for months and go take me a shot and do it again
I grew up watchin’ Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun I’m just like him
Don’t give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums and I’m nun like them
And before they was opps, man these Niggas was fans
You kill ‘em, I got 10 bands
I went big, on big
While you niggas was playin’, look at all this money i ran up
Niggas hop on the net, with a whole lot of tec
When we see ‘em, they never be sayin’ nun
When we kick in yo shit in, we gon’ leave yo ass dead
So might as well, not say nun
Nigga, I’m geeked off this Molly
Clutchin’ FN, I’ll leave you dead in the party
When a nigga get out his body, hit ‘em with gen
I’ll leave you dead [?]
Nigga, i ain’t never needed nobody, neither myself
I ain’t never ask for no help
I won’t tongue wrestle, on no net
You a lil’ boy, pull up a tec up
Yeah, ride ‘round with fully sticks, cause we know nun else
Yeah, i gave you everythin’, now i got nun left
Yeah, yeah, yeah when i go out i spend more cheese, on you then i do myself (Yeah, yeah)
I asked myself pastor if i OD, am i gonna go to Hell
