Hell!

1, 2, 3 Up ahead at the door 4 Shots sent at they head till they blow Got a bullet with a name on any motherfucker Who keeps yapping like a motherfucking crow You know I’m getting my bag with the fraud Ten bullets hit or miss aiming at your broad That ain’t your girl that’s ours and if you got a problem go take it up with the Sarge F*ck that bitch, got my leg on a kickstand Giving her dick more than what she can withstand Wobbling her way to the motherfucking door Cum out her mouth ‘cause on my dick she choke In the club she moving or she having a stroke Take her out back throw her ass out she broke If her dad come all up on me imma take out the 9 and he gone run from the smoke Run from the smoke bitch we is getting dangerous Run from the smoke bitch we getting ignorant Bitch ain’t got a weave ‘cause I’m pulling her hair She yelling at me she know Danny don’t play fair Got Suspect on the fucking beat Durty ain’t shit leave his ass in the street Suspects that rude motherfucker who don’t care if he gets a treat or a beatin’ Take up the blow, I gotta start the show Fans wanting some more, hurry bring out the whore Crop top small waist, homie it’s war First one on stage, running like a boar Running on stage for a motherfucking whore Simp city Nation stand the f*ck up You can’t see me standing my bottom ain’t up Imma squeeze life, enough to fill up the cup Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Bitch Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Bitch Throw your fucking set up if you bleed Californ-I-A Slit your fucking wrists if you done killed a fool in broad day Demons coming out and I can’t handle what they say I killed a couple kids and threw their bodies in the bay Can’t even talk to myself, Danny what you do today Danny isn’t here, call me crazy, but I am now in shape Uh, I got these demons in my head Uh, they leading me up to the bread Uh, they ain’t letting me get no sleep or rest on my bed Work day and night Taking these souls its free or fright I ain’t leave no marks bite Zuckerberg copped that site Bleed what I bleed on sight I don’t want the pussy if it ain’t tight I don’t want yo pussy if it ain’t right I don’t want that cooch’ if it got that STDs cause I’m dirty with the dick right Suicide doors same color as the whip right Moving in silent, like a g in lasagna I’m moving in the night Feel like Kendrick when he dropped alright Get in a. Tussle with me it gone turn into a bullfight Yelling at me who gave you the birthright Despite the feelings that you slept with a fleshlight I get girls more than bodybuilders drink egg whites Got bitches in the city Suspect moving the keys in the city I like the ass but with the itty bitty Titties popping up in my twitter committee You got a 3 inch, I got a 9 inch you getting all my pity Freddy and Jason, Danny and Garen Feel like I’m Pop I’m calling in foreign Turn up yo house get rid of your flooring Jump on the moon in my new air Jordan Yelling cock a doodle up in the morning Told these bitches my dick ain’t a puff cause it is a suorin