CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hell
Hell
G Fredo
These n***as beggin for attention they won't never get, sayin they gon kill me same reason they broski dead as sh*t
Postin these subliminals they talk they sh*t on instagram, but in reality these n***as b*t*h and ion give a damn
We catch dat n***a outta bounds and we gon tweak about it, claimin you a killa my shottas ain't gotta speak about it
If i ain't official b*t*h then go and ask the streets about me, real shotta you ain't bout dat action you can’t be around me
They like f**k Fredo thats dat sh*t dat bring the demons out me, either salutе me or shoot me f**k what you think about me
Been on this sh*t sincе a shorty i swear my life is hell, i know you wonder why im always mad but this just how i feel
Woke up like f**k it ayo thirsty come and slide on me, this one for trouble bring dat 30 we gon ride on em
Soon as we pull up im slammin dat n***a outta gas, my shotta hangin out the sunroof slammin n***a thats ya a**
Said hold up turn me up, they know this is all facts, n***a try and ball up with me we made em haul a**
They like them NOB n***as ain't even all dat, big mad coz we the reason they can't get they dawg back
I told big cuzzo i got him just tossed someone a new glizzy, gave him the stick wid it too just in case sh*t get sticky
34 baby to death, r.i.p my bro Ricky, i wish you never had left but you forever with me
I keep a Glock 21 wid me this b*t*h super ratchet, she f**kin n***as in the car she got stupid lackin
Ion gotta speak on sh*t they know how all my shottas play, but ima keep givin you hell b*t*h i could die today
Bro tote the 23 bet he gon slam til it stop clickin, caught him broad day and let him have it just him and his smithon
He flipped they block and get it done no abortin the mission, they try tell me Fredo stop, but i ain't never listen
Pick up dat Glock 27 and i start reminiscin, everytime i think about my brother i get in my feelins
Can't even sleep at night my mother dont need that she feel it, be up back and forth pacin constantly my mind be racin
Why risk yo life over a b*t*h who wouldn't even take it, time to fall back won't get a bag unless you f**kin chase it
Time flyin fast can't push it past me dou i gotta face it, foot on the gas can't touch the brake for the bag til we make it
B*t*h
G Fredo
These n***as beggin for attention they won't never get, sayin they gon kill me same reason they broski dead as sh*t
Postin these subliminals they talk they sh*t on instagram, but in reality these n***as b*t*h and ion give a damn
We catch dat n***a outta bounds and we gon tweak about it, claimin you a killa my shottas ain't gotta speak about it
If i ain't official b*t*h then go and ask the streets about me, real shotta you ain't bout dat action you can’t be around me
They like f**k Fredo thats dat sh*t dat bring the demons out me, either salutе me or shoot me f**k what you think about me
Been on this sh*t sincе a shorty i swear my life is hell, i know you wonder why im always mad but this just how i feel
Woke up like f**k it ayo thirsty come and slide on me, this one for trouble bring dat 30 we gon ride on em
Soon as we pull up im slammin dat n***a outta gas, my shotta hangin out the sunroof slammin n***a thats ya a**
Said hold up turn me up, they know this is all facts, n***a try and ball up with me we made em haul a**
They like them NOB n***as ain't even all dat, big mad coz we the reason they can't get they dawg back
I told big cuzzo i got him just tossed someone a new glizzy, gave him the stick wid it too just in case sh*t get sticky
34 baby to death, r.i.p my bro Ricky, i wish you never had left but you forever with me
I keep a Glock 21 wid me this b*t*h super ratchet, she f**kin n***as in the car she got stupid lackin
Ion gotta speak on sh*t they know how all my shottas play, but ima keep givin you hell b*t*h i could die today
Bro tote the 23 bet he gon slam til it stop clickin, caught him broad day and let him have it just him and his smithon
He flipped they block and get it done no abortin the mission, they try tell me Fredo stop, but i ain't never listen
Pick up dat Glock 27 and i start reminiscin, everytime i think about my brother i get in my feelins
Can't even sleep at night my mother dont need that she feel it, be up back and forth pacin constantly my mind be racin
Why risk yo life over a b*t*h who wouldn't even take it, time to fall back won't get a bag unless you f**kin chase it
Time flyin fast can't push it past me dou i gotta face it, foot on the gas can't touch the brake for the bag til we make it
B*t*h
