Hell lyrics

[Intro]
(AP)
(CashMoneyAP)
(Yur, what's goin' on with ya, brother?)
Twin
(I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)
(Time to make ya name in the industry)
Appreciate that my n*gga, I love you
I ain't did sh*t yet, I'm here to stay
(Before these n*ggas was opps, they was fans)
(Love ya too, brother)
(On my mama, don't forget that)
(Fatt)

[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm geeked off this molly
Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party
When a n*gga get out his body, hit him with Gen
I'll leave you dead, I don't argue
n*gga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself
I ain't never ask for no help
I won't tongue wrestle, on no net
You a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up
Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, cause we don't know nothin' else
Yeah, I gave you everything, now I don't got nothin' left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on you, I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (Yeah, yeah)
I asked myself pastor if I OD, am I gon' go to Hell
[Verse]
These n*ggas hoes, they coppin' pleas soon as they go to jail
How the f*ck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin'
Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the Gen, and come beat your ass, I know you scared
Yeah, and who really steppin' on sh*t and gettin' money? Only time gon' tell in the end
Know a n*gga who puttin' sh*t under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen
I'm gon' stay on his block, for months and go take me a shot and do it again
I grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him
Don't give a f*ck about this money, these n*ggas be bums and I'm nothin' like them
And before they was opps, man, these n*ggas was fans
You kill 'em, I got ten bands
I went big, on big
While you n*ggas was playin', look at all this money I ran up
n*ggas hop on the net, with a whole lot of tec
When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'
When we kick in your sh*t, we gon' leave your ass dead
So you might as well not put your hands up

[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm geeked off this molly
Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party
When a n*gga get out his body, hit him with Gen
I'll leave you dead, I don't argue
n*gga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself
I ain't never ask for no help
I won't tongue wrestle, on no net
You a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up
Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, cause we don't know nothin' else
Yeah, I gave you everything, now I don't got nothin' left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on you, I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (Yeah, yeah)
I asked myself pastor if I OD, am I gon' go to Hell