Hell Yeah lyrics

[Intro]
Big Plug n*gga, yeah
Hell no
"Ayy, Xan, can I take a flick?"
Hell no
"You f*ck my b*tch?"
Hell yeah
Hol', hol’, hol', hol', brr

[Chorus]
Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can’t see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Servin' that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, takin' sh*t like the Grinch
Hol', take my bae, we can shop and drop

[Verse 1]
Down bad, robbin' n*ggas on Wallapop
You a rap n*gga for real like Papa Doc
I feel like the sh*t, pop a squat
Still trap on the flip phone, f*ck a iWatch
Five bad b*tches in my room like the Dream Girls
Put ’em in the trash can like Mean Girls
Shooter wit’ dreads, I'ma call him Juice WRLD
b*tch twerkin’ on the stage, I'm like who girl?
Hol' up, n*gga, you better get her
I ain't goin’ back to jail, I might hit her
n*ggas turn Pooh I pull up wit' Tiger
Choppa make him pose like he want a picture
I still want a bust down, f*ck a Richard
In the store wit' the rod, you gotta be quicker than that
You tryna rob me, you gotta be slicker than that
Ricky, that n*gga got hit in his back
[Chorus]
Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, holmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Servin' that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, takin' sh*t like the Grinch

[Verse 2]
Huh? I would kick it like Lee
Boujee gunk, I put her on her feet
Eleven in the clip, I'm Irving Kyrie
She call me baby boy, I ain't Tyrese
12 on my line, they still tryna breach
I'm Big Plug, I'll shoot your mother
Like the opening scene of Four Brothers
She wanna ride me, guess she a horse lover
Five sticks in the van and it's four of us
Weirdo, I'm in the street, n*gga, and his eyes changed
Pull your card while I smack you wit' five aces
You ain't got no money, n*gga, I'll take it
556s leave you wit' some spine braces

[Chorus]
Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Servin' that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, takin' sh*t like the Grinch
Hol', take my bae, we can shop and drop