CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hell Day Freestyle
I been waiting on this n***a
And I been patient too long his heart pacing too long
It's a cold a** world you'll die over that n***a
But I guess that's just the place that you on
Im the hardest young n***a up and coming
And that spot rightfully owned yeah im rightfully on
He kept typing and put me inside of a song
He get popped give a f**k type of rifle he own
N***as copying sh*t know they jotting this sh*t
Im the God boy I ain't even writing these songs
I be thinking this sh*t off the top of the dome
And yo b*t*h just be giving me top I don't bone
Ah, you better not home alone -
N***a tried, and hе got shot in his dome -
Pop fly, I did not wanna send him home
Hе took that to the face yeah the hit was too strong
Gun - shots hopping out the Mac 11
You got hit with the first hit yo moms with the second
Aye, waiting on the n***a come back outside
But he know it's gon be Armageddon
He know it's a L day, he know it's a Hell day
He know he got hell to pay he in that Hellcat
I hope he bout gunplay, he knowing that hell'll raise
(intro repeat)
Vector on me while inside of my home
Ima blow out this b*t*h til yo vitals be gone
He done rolled up on me while it's too late at night
Ima have to see what type time that he on
Have foe nem pull up on the side of that whip
Get to bussin you flip and then ima be gone
N***as getting they life mixed up with personas
My n***a you tripping this not just a song
Yeah im grippin the Glock that b*t*h hold 32
I put that to yo back and then call you Malone
Or I might pick up a K put that b*t*h to yo face
And then call you Stallone, First, Blood when I shoot this muhf**ka
Committing a sin if I use this muhf**ka
Tell my lil brother go get em a bucket
I pa** em the blick alley oop that muhf**ka
Slamming that b*t*h just like Anthony Davis
My sh*t really bump f**k a Spotify playlist
Catch me out posted a submachine gun
With a light on the front or the modified laser
Putting that b*t*h to yo taper then telling yo barber
You gon need a shape up
Hit like a bruise my sh*t really the truth you don't feel it right now then you gon feel it later, what im in this sh*t for? paper
I ain't in this b*t*h to do favors
Tryna walk round this b*t*h like a glacier
But first imma put mama crib on some acres
Really the hardest to come outta Vegas
You n***as ain't ballin im stacked like the Lakers
N***as ain't gone by the end of this song
I smoked 300 pounds just like Shaq on the Lakers
Big a** wood in my right hand
Big a** gun in my nightstand, n***as be hatin
Talking down on me still feel like fans
You n***as not built for what's coming you n***as more built to get brutally kilt by what's coming, the predator b*t*h I ain't goin for nothing im runnin but I ain't the one being hunted
And I been patient too long his heart pacing too long
It's a cold a** world you'll die over that n***a
But I guess that's just the place that you on
Im the hardest young n***a up and coming
And that spot rightfully owned yeah im rightfully on
He kept typing and put me inside of a song
He get popped give a f**k type of rifle he own
N***as copying sh*t know they jotting this sh*t
Im the God boy I ain't even writing these songs
I be thinking this sh*t off the top of the dome
And yo b*t*h just be giving me top I don't bone
Ah, you better not home alone -
N***a tried, and hе got shot in his dome -
Pop fly, I did not wanna send him home
Hе took that to the face yeah the hit was too strong
Gun - shots hopping out the Mac 11
You got hit with the first hit yo moms with the second
Aye, waiting on the n***a come back outside
But he know it's gon be Armageddon
He know it's a L day, he know it's a Hell day
He know he got hell to pay he in that Hellcat
I hope he bout gunplay, he knowing that hell'll raise
(intro repeat)
Vector on me while inside of my home
Ima blow out this b*t*h til yo vitals be gone
He done rolled up on me while it's too late at night
Ima have to see what type time that he on
Have foe nem pull up on the side of that whip
Get to bussin you flip and then ima be gone
N***as getting they life mixed up with personas
My n***a you tripping this not just a song
Yeah im grippin the Glock that b*t*h hold 32
I put that to yo back and then call you Malone
Or I might pick up a K put that b*t*h to yo face
And then call you Stallone, First, Blood when I shoot this muhf**ka
Committing a sin if I use this muhf**ka
Tell my lil brother go get em a bucket
I pa** em the blick alley oop that muhf**ka
Slamming that b*t*h just like Anthony Davis
My sh*t really bump f**k a Spotify playlist
Catch me out posted a submachine gun
With a light on the front or the modified laser
Putting that b*t*h to yo taper then telling yo barber
You gon need a shape up
Hit like a bruise my sh*t really the truth you don't feel it right now then you gon feel it later, what im in this sh*t for? paper
I ain't in this b*t*h to do favors
Tryna walk round this b*t*h like a glacier
But first imma put mama crib on some acres
Really the hardest to come outta Vegas
You n***as ain't ballin im stacked like the Lakers
N***as ain't gone by the end of this song
I smoked 300 pounds just like Shaq on the Lakers
Big a** wood in my right hand
Big a** gun in my nightstand, n***as be hatin
Talking down on me still feel like fans
You n***as not built for what's coming you n***as more built to get brutally kilt by what's coming, the predator b*t*h I ain't goin for nothing im runnin but I ain't the one being hunted
