Hell lyrics

[Intro]
(dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I blew a bag at Chanel, ha
YSL, my belt (Brr)
Got to the bank, you could tell, uh-huh
Your b*tch said she like how I smell, okay
My whip, straight from Hell, tuh
Your pockets, they frail
I get the money, I get out on bail
I had some money before I signed a deal
Okay, lil' bih', what's your deal?
I'm finna go in my shell
Lil' n*gga tried to play with Namil, oh nah
[?]
That b*tch, she keep hittin' my cell, oh yeah
b*tch, I got a gun for myself
Moncler Boots [?]
Pour a four in my juice up, b*tch I'm finna sell

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I ain't wanna do them bad, huh
Walk in school, with a bag, ha
I know why I got 'em mad
Really just 'cause I been poppin' them tags
AMG, I might switch up to a Jag
Really been comin' in first, you last
I stay with my b*tch, 'cause her the best
Can't f*ck with the sticks, you tote, you rag
Walk out that b*tch, with all of that
Give me that sh*t, need all the cash
Give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch, you hold her back
Not even a whip, can hold the racks
I'm not finna cap, he said you ass
Don't make no sense, my pockets fat
I'm in yo hood, b*tch where you at?
I'm doin' good, matter of fact
Pull up on you, with my crew, and a bag
I been workin' on droppin', made a mill' off a Mac
You ain't sippin' on drop, you ain't sippin' on Wock'
You be talkin' online, it's the reason you whack
My brother gotta shoot you in the back (Back, back)
Get turned to a [?], turned to a pack (Pack, pack)
n*gga, you gotta do better than that (That, that)
My brother ride around with a TEC
[Verse 2]
Yeah, they finna shoot at they chest
Some my n*ggas tellin' me I'm next
I walk around like a vet
Switchin' lanes, skrrt off in a 'Vette ('Vette)
I don't do sh*t, get them wet (Wet)
Tell my brother, "Stop poppin' that X" (Oh yeah)
I-I-I put the gang in the Jag, yeah
SRT and the engine (Woo)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I blew a bag at Chanel, ha
YSL, my belt (Brr)
Got to the bank, you could tell, uh-huh
Your b*tch said she like how I smell, okay
My whip, straight from Hell, tuh
Your pockets, they frail
I get the money, I get out on bail
I had some money before I signed a deal
Okay, lil' bih', what's your deal?
I'm finna go in my shell
Lil' n*gga tried to play with Namil, oh nah
[?]
That b*tch, she keep hittin' my cell, oh yeah
b*tch, I got a gun for myself
Moncler Boots [?]
Pour a four in my juice up b*tch I'm finna sell