Hell Is Hot lyrics

[Intro]
(J, this sh*t too crazy)

[Verse]
I'm lookin' for the best weed out here, let me call Trell
f*ck around and move on your street and take all your sales
Call my Colorado plug, got it through the mail
My pops, he really with the sh*ts, juggin' through the sales
If you got a hundred, I'll drive, come far as hell
My lil' n*gga, he be trippin', he a bar head
Four or five 'bows in this whip make the car smell
How the f*ck you gettin' money? You can't pay your bail
If you don't like the way that I be rappin', n*gga, go to Hell
Some n*ggas live they best live when they stuck in jail
I know some of y'all wishin' that I f*ckin' fail
I know these n*ggas sick as hell, 'cause I'm up for real
n*gga, you ain't no killer, why you pop that pill?
If these n*ggas winnin' in this race, then I'm on they heels
YSR Gramz talk crazy, why he ain't got no deal?
I really know a n*gga'll kill you for a greasy meal
I talk brazy on everything, I ain't got no chill
Brodie runnin' off with turkey bags like he ain't got the bill
I don't wanna talk it out with n*ggas, I ain't Dr. Phil
I'm cheap as hell with this money, baby, b*tch, I'm dollar Bill
Brodie probably kill one of you n*ggas for a dollar bill
Nah, for real, probably an ounce for real
Put a b*tch on him, huh, Netflix and chill
I know these n*ggas sick as hell 'cause I ain't signed no deal
Put a fifty on the Glizzy, cost five-fifty
I'ma ride by myself, ain't gotta slide with me
b*tch basic, so I'm happy I'm her side n*gga
These n*ggas hoes, really scared of these five fingers
I keep a pole by my side like a blind n*gga
Flint small, so it ain't hard to really find n*ggas
I can teach you how to get it, take a ride with me
You don't really hit the road, you just drive people
Smokin' loud in the whip, make it hard to hear
Draco got so much kick, it'll drop a deer
I be leanin', hell nah, I don't drink no beer
I don't listen to these Flint rappers, I don't got no ears
Only Fear of God, n*gga, I ain't got no fears
I'll sell a n*gga my rap career, come buy my lyrics
She just took my soul from me, I ain't got no spirit
Put a potato on the barrel, you is not gon' hear it
She will not f*ck you like she on her period
I'ma slide on they block like a f*ckin' terrorist
I paid cheese for these kicks and I barely wear 'em
b*tch, I'm done rappin', f*ck this