Hell Yeah lyrics

[Intro]
(Mano)
(OG Parker)

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil' freak b*tch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin'
Wonder why all the real n*ggas keep dyin' 'cause these f*ck n*ggas missing
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these sl*t hoes 'cause these f*ck n*ggas di*king
Look, hell yeah, b*tch, you f*ckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me
Look, f*ck no, can't fall for the trick, b*tch, you fake independent
f*ck 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 sh*t
Can't get set up at all, you set me up, then I gotta kill that b*tch
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 sh*t 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 n*ggas fold
Seen a lot of n*ggas change
When they get behind them chains
They say they f*ckin' mama name
Just not to be the one to blame
You know you better have some motherf*ckin' aim, boy
'Cause them lil' n*ggas, 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 b*tch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin'
Wonder why all the real n*ggas keep dyin' 'cause these f*ck n*ggas missing
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these sl*t hoes 'cause these f*ck n*ggas di*king
Look, hell yeah, b*tch, you f*ckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me
Look, f*ck no, can't fall for the trick, b*tch, you fake independent
f*ck 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
n*ggas really b*tches
Play, we gon' f*ck 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 n*ggas know who not to f*ck with, we be clutchin' buttons (Brrt)
These n*ggas, they got me disgusted, way too much di*k suckin' (Hoes)
These b*tches know they can't get nothin' but a hard time
You see how these pointers shine, b*tch, that come from hard grind
Still trappin', still active, can't help it, that's how we live
Can't f*ck with you if you ratted, free my n*ggas 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 b*tch wanna walk in with me 'cause they ain't pick up her baggage
She trippin'
Wonder why all the real n*ggas keep dyin' 'cause these f*ck n*ggas missing
And that's why I ain't tryna pick none of these lil' hoes 'cause these f*ck n*ggas di*king
Look, hell yeah, b*tch, you f*ckin' right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain't got time to fight, got a lil' hitter with me
Look, f*ck no, can't fall for the trick, b*tch, you fake independent
f*ck no, won't hop in the game unless I'm tryna win it