Hot Shells lyrics

[Intro]
R5, he get smoked to the face
f*ckin' on her with no rubber, she late
Opp b*tch, yeah I don’t want no date
The dirty pistol never discriminate
Say the wrong sh*t you put on that plate
Real Henxhmen send some shots at your face
Huh? Yeah
5L go to war with the devil
Drop a body dig a grave with a shovel
Full throttle got my foot on the pedal
f*ck a b*tch I got faith in that metal
Brazy with me, yeah I ride with the devil
Hit the baddest b*tches I still feel like I settlеd

[Bridge]
I guess these n*ggas- thеse n*ggas think this sh*t ain't hot or somethin' like-

[Verse]
I heard what he said
How he end up dead?
It ’posed to be bread on my head
How he get popped like a med?
Lil Sosa he dead
B5 got hit in the head
The Henxhmen keep painting sh*t red
Now here come the feds
Lil Diesel got took on the stairs
You steppin' we slide like a sled
Get put in your bed
[?] had left him on read
A n*gga get killed for that bread
I know where he stay at
Just listen how we 'gon play it
'Fore we gon' paint his dreads red
I won't say your name but he tried to play dead
My n*ggas they body bag bread
Ain't no cap on them bodies, we leavin' sh*t bled
Drop on yo momma we walk the stick
If he get out the way kill his brother instead
n*ggas better stay up in their lane, I’m on mafia lane
You already know what we bang
Rob ya for your chain, and I stay with two sticks
Get hit with a 98 grain
It’s a body bag gang
And these n*ggas be faking they playin' a police game
[?] up in flames
Pop 2 RP’s I can feel lil' K up in my veins
Her boyfriend a lame
Why she f*ck the whole team? Say "5L di*k not the same"
Pourin' out the pain
They killed my brother I got get back on my brain
Get the drop on him and put the Glock on him and finish the business and stay on top of him
That's the Henxhmen n*gga its a lot of them
44 Benji he gettin’ rich, I'm so proud of him
They know Benji take that wrist and get outta there
Pop prescription yeah I need a whole lotta them
No cups, drink the lean out the bottle then
No brakes on that bih go off full throttle then
No face cause they know I'm a top shotter then
Ball with that bulletproof vest and that chopper now
b*tch if you test Imma whip what you rocking in
Caught his ass flexin' we wait where he parking at
Get the drop on him, the stick gon' knock on him, we pull up two whips and we wipe the block with them
I understand why you wanna rock with them but you gon' die with them you in that car with them