Hell Yeah

[Intro]

(Mano)

(OG Parker)

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]

Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet

And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage

She trippin'

Wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin' 'cause these fuck niggas missing

And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these slut hoes 'cause these fuck niggas dicking

Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me

Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me

Look, fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent

Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]

I can't sleep at all when I'm deep in beef, I gotta clear that shit

Can't get set up at all, you set me up, then I gotta kill that bitch

Dreaded up, I should get some wicks

Gon' murk you and whoever you with

And can't everybody go with me

When I'm goin' to hit a lick, yeah

Yeah, I might leave some shit there

I come from the bricks, yeah

You just come to give me head

You ain't layin' in my bed

Get that top, then hit the road

No, I can't go up the road

I'll never sell my soul

Done seen lot of niggas fold

Seen a lot of niggas change

When they get behind them chains

They say they fuckin' mama name

Just not to be the one to blame

You know you better have some motherfuckin' aim, boy

'Cause them lil' niggas, they can't wait to bust your brain, boy, yeah

[Chorus: OMB Peezy & Tee Grizzley]

Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet

And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage

She trippin'

Wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin' 'cause these fuck niggas missing

And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these slut hoes 'cause these fuck niggas dicking

Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me

Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me

Look, fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent

Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]

Question asked, we shh, shh

Catch 'em slippin', frrt, frrt

Shoot it 'til it click, click

Niggas really bitches

Play, we gon' fuck up your day and post outside your mama house

Slide for me, I'll slide for you, you go to jail, I'll bond you out (We get you out of there)

These niggas know who not to fuck with, we be clutchin' buttons (Brrt)

These niggas, they got me disgusted, way too much dick suckin' (Hoes)

These bitches know they can't get nothin' but a hard time

You see how these pointers shine, bitch, that come from hard grind

Still trappin', still active, can't help it, that's how we live

Can't fuck with you if you ratted, free my niggas doin' bids (Real)

Get the addy, we gon' catch 'em, killers gon' ride past his crib

Call the AR girl fight, them chopper shots knock off his wig

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]

Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet

And lil' freak bitch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage

She trippin'

Wonder why all the real niggas keep dyin' 'cause these fuck niggas missing

And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these lil' hoes 'cause these fuck niggas dicking

Look, hell yeah, bitch, you fuckin' right I got my pistol with me

Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me

Look, fuck no, can't fall for the trick, bitch, you fake independent

Fuck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it