Hells Kitchen lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
sh*t

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Lights out, chain still shinin'
I don't know what n*ggas starin' at, Nina Ross by me
Obviously, you can see my whole team too icy
All the time we be outside, I'm startin' to think the opps hidin', sh*t
If you scared, then you not ridin'
Smoke with me, I just turned beef to a hot tamale
I don't never let no broke annoyin' b*tches nowhere by me
Stinc Team, all the nerd n*ggas can't stand us
Cold demon, take a walk with me, we in Hell's Kitchen
Bop-bop, broke on Kim Juan for the orange chicken
I could tell you how to get some uchies, n*ggas don't listen
Two-steppin', dance with me, I got smooth rhythm
Who trippin'? Hoop with us, ballin' on 'em, two players
Where the opps? Two chops with us, n*gga, Tomb Raider

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
I'm with the flu flammers, sh*t'll get too dangerous
I don't need no strap, I got on a flight with two bangers
Got scales everywhere like a new gator
sh*ttin' with that magazine on me, not a newspaper
I woke up with thirty new racks and twenty new haters
Could teach you n*ggas how to spend, I'm a hoop trainer
Broke n*gga mad his b*tch chose, I'm just too player
She bring that cake to my door like a new neighbor
Damn, other opp clapped in the face
I feel like a beatmaker, new pack on the way
Last spotted at the G-Way puttin' gas in the Wraith
Gettin' neck while I smoke, dumpin' ash on her laces
I ain't never gon' be lonely long as cash in the safe
Celebration for the shooters, this ain't Veteran's Day
We just clipped another n*gga, throw a flag on the play
Adam and Eve, we've been eatin' off them apples all day
[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
You gon' catch who slippin'? Sad facts, it's not the case
7.62s just blew Michael Jordan out his J's
Evil thoughts, I'm in Hell's Kitchen cookin' with an apron
True baller, shot caller, I could ball with broke ankles (sh*t)
I am so cold
Please don't whack bold, broke b*tches can't get nothin' from me
n*gga, you ain't never broke a b*tch, you just wanna f*ck her
n*ggas on they mama couch hatin', they don't get no money (sh*t)
You think that sh*t funny?
Laughin' at the opps, sh*ttin' on 'em, flexin' hundiddies
Opp pack, Chiefin' in the coupe, watch me puff on it
b*tch, I always have it my way, won't take a "no" from you
Wack jumper, you ain't never chipped nothin', quit lyin'
Four in the mornin' plus a four, I'm gettin' so tired
Shoe shiner, b*tch, the Mardi Gras, put the tits on him
Ayy, don't you see 12 at the light? n*gga, act normal

[Outro: Duffy]
Cold demon, take a walk with me, n*gga, yeah, sh*t
b*tch
Yeah, n*gga, long live Drakeo
n*gga, sh*t
Bop-bop, broke on Kim Juan for the orange chicken, n*gga
Yeah