Hell Yeah

[Intro]

A hundred on her

Bet one back, I put a hundred on her

Bet one back, I put a hundred on her

Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy

Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy

Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy

Hundred thousand, count a hundred more

I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah," ayy

Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy

Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy

[Verse 1]

Dollar signs, I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)

Spin the block one more time, leave some shells there (Shells there), ayy

Hell yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy

We ain't waste no time, ayy, bring the mail here

Chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken, pockets fetti

I just threw up off two yerky's, it wasn't mom's spaghetti

I got hoes from Atlanta to the Serengeti

And my uncle fried, Glock 9 tucked in the Pelle

Talking Pelle-Pelle, I'm the wavy one

I'm like Max and them, I'm like baby sun (Like Weezy)

Weezy and 'em, talking Hollygrove (Yeah)

Need more room in my section, I got a hundred hoes

[Chorus]

Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy

Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy

Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy

Hundred thousand, count a hundred more

I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah," ayy

Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy

Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy

Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy

Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah

[Verse 2]

Fixed her form, finna fuck her in a chokehold

I ain't got no time for broke hoes, that's a no-no

I'm Cujo, big dog, wocky ain't no Nuvo (Yeah)

We gon' knock this shit up out the park like Albert Pujoles

Ride Aventador, I tried to park it, it was too low

I'm fucking on two best friends, I think I need 'bout two more (Yeah)

All we do is good business, ain't no fucking loopholes

I get high and go to Mars, call me Bruno

Check my phone, I got hoes callin' back-to-back, ayy

When I'm rapping, don't need captions, I need bigger plaques

This brick became a lil' big, need a bigger axe

This bitch getting on my nerves, told the ho relax

We got Morton Groves, I need a factory (Yeah, yeah), uh

Need a thousand pints, uh, that's a fantasy

Lame-ass nigga, boy, you can't be no fan of me

All we do is big-ball, pop shit, profanity (Bitch)

[Chorus]

Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy

Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy

Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy

Hundred thousand, count a hundred more

I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah," ayy

Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy

Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy

Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy

Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah