Hell Day Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, FlemDawg

[Chorus]
I been waiting on this n*gga
And I been patient too long, his heart pacing too long
It's a cold-ass world, you'll die over that n*gga
But I guess that's just the place that you on
I'm the hardest young n*gga up-and-coming
And that spot rightfully owned, yeah, I'm rightfully on
He kept typing and put me inside of a song
He get popped, give a f*ck type of rifle he own

[Verse 1]
n*ggas copying sh*t, know they jotting this sh*t
I'm 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*tch just be giving me top, I don't bone
Ah, you better not Home Alone
n*gga tried, and he got shot in his domе
Pop fly, I did not wanna send him home
He took that to thе 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
Ayy, waiting on the n*gga 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
[Chorus]
I been waiting on this n*gga
And I been patient too long, his heart pacing too long
It's a cold-ass world, you'll die over that n*gga
But I guess that's just the place that you on
I'm the hardest young n*gga up-and-coming
And that spot rightfully owned, yeah, I'm rightfully on
He kept typing and put me inside of a song
He get popped, give a f*ck type of rifle he own

[Verse 2]
Vector on me while inside of my home
I'ma blow out this b*tch 'til yo' vitals be gone
He done rolled up on me while it's too late at night
I'ma have to see what type time that he on
Have foenem pull up on the side of that whip
Get to bussin' you flip and then I'ma be gone
n*ggas getting they life mixed up with personas
My n*gga, you tripping, this not just a song
Yeah, I'm grippin' the Glock, that b*tch hold 32
I put that to yo' back and then call you Malone (That's Karl)
Or I might pick up a K, put that b*tch to yo' face, and then call you Stallone
First Blood when I shoot this muhf*cka
Committing a sin if I use this muhf*cka
Tell my lil' brother go get 'em a bucket
I pass 'em the blick alley-oop that muhf*cka
Slamming that b*tch just like Anthony Davis
My sh*t really bump, f*ck a Spotify playlist
Catch me out posted a submachine gun with a light on the front or the modified laser
Putting that b*tch 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
[Verse 3]
What I'm in this sh*t for? Paper
I ain't in this b*tch to do favors
Tryna walk 'round this b*tch like a glacier
But first, I'ma put mama crib on some acres
Really the hardest to come outta Vegas
You n*ggas ain't ballin', I'm stacked like the Lakers
n*ggas ain't gone by the end of this song
I smoked 300 pounds just like Shaq on the Lakers
Big ass wood in my right hand
Big ass gun in my nightstand, n*ggas be hatin'
Talking down on me, still feel like fans
You n*ggas not built for what's coming
You n*ggas more built to get brutally kilt by what's coming
The predator b*tch, I ain't goin' for nothing
I'm runnin', but I ain't the one being hunted

[Outro]
Damn, FlemDawg