HELLSTAR (feat. Ot7 Quanny)

La Musica De Harry Fraud Fallen angel I'm a Hellstar Name bullet proof Kevlar We gon see you like a head scar Four on me like Brett Favre Came home to a fresh start Got a 31 from the connect hard I'm trying to fill my safe up niggas want to see me check Before I ever run out of money, I'd rather break my neck 41 boys, I know you heard about us 36 ounces, that'll turn you up In the neighborhood with the drugs in it One bird I got, had bugs in it Never had to try to fake a tough image When it went left I really was in it Cocaine gotta process and I trust in it Bro said he don't cut the work he be blessin' it I got old money from 2017 All this cash is on my pockets, I need bigger jeans I think I fell in love with sipping lean Real dope boy, white tee on like I'm Mr. Clean We in the kitchen with a whole chicken nigga, this bird talk It's summertime, we in the projects playing curveball I'm on my shot when I get home and she gonna get the belt And I'm so fucking turnt up, yeah, I can sign myself Pussy try reaching my chain and I'm a spray your lid I peep the cops from down the block, they try to raid the crib I'm with two bad bitches, they try and rape the kid I used to sell 62s before I made it big Everybody dies but everyone don't get to live Maury jumping in the pool, they'll flip ya wig Free the line, yeah he in the feds Cause his mule started talkin' like Mr. Ed They be whispering, they be talking, but they ain't no threat They got mad they put the bag up, they still ain't show yet They ain't flame throw yet? That's a win they ain't gon get I smacked ya home in the phone line No, you can't go next If you hit that with just get back then it ain't gon melt There's a brick packed where my wrist at and I stayed my self Can't chill when you sell hard He was high and he fell far Fallen angel I'm a Hellstar