Hell Yeah lyrics

[Intro]
Turn up, turn up, yeah
Like this flexin' sh*t a hobby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh, yeah, yeah
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah

[Chorus]
I be flexin' like this flexin' sh*t a hobby, yeah (This sh*t a hobby, ooh)
And I heard n*ggas out here plottin' on me, yeah, yeah (Yeah?)
Shooters that'll take care of my problems, yeah (Brrt, woo)
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah
n*ggas out here cuffin' all the thotties, yeah (b*tch, sh*t)
(FBG sh*t)
Brodie, you just get some head from that b*tch? (Sure) Yeah, yeah (Hell yeah)
Industry keep signin' pus*y rappers, yeah (pus*y, pus*y, pus*y)
(FBG, b*tch)
They must know we some real street n*ggas, hell yeah

[Verse 1]
Industry keep signin' pus*y rappers, yeah
sh*t got me madder than a b*tch 'cause that's a damn shame
Woke up sh*t was like this, bro, what happened?
They don't belong here, they just playin' with the damn gang
n*ggas talkin' out their mouth retarded
Please don't get it started like we won't shoot up the party
We ain't come to hurt no f*ckin' body, but, yeah
You gon' f*ck around and make me catch a f*ckin' body, ah
Free my brother Brick, he'll be home soon, yeah
Thought I told you, b*tch, we not kickin' it, no kung fu
We got guns, too, don't make the wrong move, yeah
b*tch, I'm Deebo with two handguns, what you gon' do?
[Chorus]
I be flexin' like this flexin' sh*t a hobby, yeah (This sh*t a hobby, ooh)
And I heard n*ggas out here plottin' on me, yeah, yeah (Yeah?)
Shooters that'll take care of my problems, yeah (Brrt, woo)
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah
n*ggas out here cuffin' all the thotties, yeah (b*tch, sh*t)
Brodie, you just get some head from that b*tch? (Sure) Yeah, yeah (Hell yeah)
Industry keep signin' pus*y rappers, yeah (pus*y, pus*y, pus*y)
They must know we some real street n*ggas, hell yeah

[Verse 2]
Got some shooters that'll put you in the garbage, yeah
Do I really trust them f*ckin' shooters? Yeah, yeah
b*tch, I double dare a n*gga play, he'll be dead here
I'm talmbout shells everywhere, b*tch, I never cared
Told my mama, "I'm that n*gga, girl, don't worry," yeah
Couldn't be a broke n*gga, had to run my paper up
Had to move pus*y n*ggas out the circle, yeah
I did that when I found out them n*ggas fake as f*ck
Flexin' like this flexin' sh*t a hobby, yeah
Jumpin' in and out of foreigns, damn near f*cked my ankle up
Lil' b*tch said I'm broke without a dollar, yeah
She just mad 'cause Billy ain't let the dirty b*tch hang with us

[Chorus]
I be flexin' like this flexin' sh*t a hobby, yeah (This sh*t a hobby, ooh)
And I heard n*ggas out here plottin' on me, yeah, yeah (Yeah?)
Shooters that'll take care of my problems, yeah (Brrt, woo)
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah
n*ggas out here cuffin' all the thotties, yeah (b*tch, sh*t)
Brodie, you just get some head from that b*tch? (Sure) Yeah, yeah (Hell yeah)
Industry keep signin' pus*y rappers, yeah (pus*y, pus*y, pus*y)
They must know we some real street n*ggas, hell yeah