How Da Hell

Yeah How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on How the hell these niggas havin' fire, ain't shootin' shit How the hell she eat that dick, I know she ain't new to this All these dimes in my phone, I don't know who to hit Trap jumpin' backroom field with a hundred plus All these rats on me, but I still tell them slow motion Pussy nigga talk behind my back, that whole shit Catch me rollin', boy, I swear we smoke shit Glock 380, she hit him then he twitchin' up I ain't with hate shit, we scrimpin' naked, won't give a f*ck 32 shit, yeah, we ruthless Zone six shit, get you flipped quick How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on Hit like that lil' Joe, you hot as hell Bitch, you cannot tell I got exotic bags come' through the mail Bitch, come check the smell I was down bad on my last nigga I be causin' hell Work the backseat with that Draco Get to boomin dropping shell Droppin' bodies, this shit be a habit Everything I touch inside the trap, I bet I make a profit I was down bad, fucked up on my last bitch I ain't have no options Bitch, I'm out here takin' risks Slimy as it get They don't try it You get hit with the blitz You're bad, though Bitch, you know I'm slimy Gotta get that kid back We gon' spend your block Time out that quarter, set your quarter back F*ck it, ho, she drop the low I know where we blitzin' at Hit the lil' bitch from the back Shit clappy, yeah, she lovin' that How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on Come on Yeah, with Draco, get up close Know we do the most That D.O.A. when you die, know we toast Know that we gon' boast Get on the gram Long live fucking, rude He felt 7.62s They hit that car and put him on the news Super 3LK all on my face You get killed, in broad day All of these young niggas, they all behind And they spin bout my name Bitch, I'm young OG You play with me, you get stripped out your denim I feel like I'm Shawty Brand new 40 And I'm dyin' to hit him I let off some shots He ain't dead, but he in ICU Shout-out Channel two Had your face all on that fucking news Yeah, I keep a ski Try to run, you feel the glee I be more busy than bee Compensator on 23 How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on How the hell How the hell How the hell Nigga, come on