Hell Naw Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: King Von]
(Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga)
What, what?
What?
What, huh?
What, huh?
Huh?
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

[Chorus: Boss Top]
Foreign car, but I drive this b*tch like a go-kart
Boss Top, I'm from O'Block and I tote Glocks
Jaguar, driving that b*tch fast like the NASCAR
And I got that Draco on me and it got a red dot
b*tch, I keep that stick like I play for Boston Red Sox
b*tch, I'm from The WIIIC, we got sh*t up in a headlock
Headshot, every time we blow, it's a headshot
Stretch Gang, all my n*ggas crazy, gang got dreadlocks

[Verse 1: Boss Top & King Von]
f*ck 12, they just hit the lights (Run), on them fast cars (Boom, boom)
Hellcat, b*tch, it's way faster than a Jaguar (Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom)
On parole, think I'm goin' back? I'm like "Hell naw" (Nah, nah, nah)
Ridin' with these sticks on me, b*tch (Skrr), I'm hot like smoke pots (Boom)
Smoke Pop, I'ma kick a n*gga at the stovе top (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck the opps, all thеy ass thinkin' like some old socks (Yeah, yeah, f*ck the opps, n*gga)
Crack rock, Auntie hit that dope (Yeah), made her jaws lock (Gang, gang)
Caught him with the key in the lock (Huh?), make his heart stop (Boom, boom)
Hard head, had to shoot him twice, got a hard top (Boom)
Von said him and T.Roy ridin' 'til the gun stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I won't stop, b*tch I'm Boss Top (Gang, stretch), and I'm from O'Block
6 shots leave yo' face down when we spin the block (Boom, boom)
[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
Foreign car, but I drive this b*tch like a go-kart
Boss Top, I'm from O'Block and I tote Glocks
Jaguar, driving that b*tch fast like the NASCAR
And I got that Draco on me and it got a red dot (Rahh)
b*tch, I keep that stick like I play for Boston Red Sox
b*tch, I'm from The WIIIC, we got sh*t up in a headlock
Headshot, every time we blow, it's a headshot (Boom)
Stretch Gang, all my n*ggas crazy, gang got dreadlocks (Von)

[Verse 2: King Von]
f*ck Tooka, even when I'm chilling, I'm like, "f*ck Tooka"
Five shooters, even when I'm chilling, I'm with five shooters
No hoops, foe 'nem shootin' sh*t, I ain't with no hoopers
Take 'em out, foe 'nem totin' titties, this ain't no Hooters
See a stain, boy, I’m on your ass, I need me a chain
Ain't see a thing, bullets hit 'em fast, he's all rearranged (Boom, boom)
Off 50k, that's a lot of money, he'll be gone today (Damn, damn, damn)
I paved the way, I was out here drillin', you was in the way (Huh?)
f*ck it, I'm slidin' tonight (Damn)
I see the right n*gga, I'm shootin' on sight (Huh, rah, rah)
Man, that n*gga gon' die tonight (Yeah)
Looked to the right, saw him, upped it and light (Damn, damn, damn)
Anyways, it's time, we jump on the bike (Rah, rah)
Them bullets hit home and they takin' yo' life (Rah, rah, rah)
If you kill a killer, you takin' his stripes (Damn, huh?)
But Von got bodies like zebras got stripes (Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga)
[Chorus: Boss Top]
Foreign car, but I drive this b*tch like a go-kart
Boss Top, I'm from O'Block and I tote Glocks
Jaguar, driving that b*tch fast like the NASCAR
And I got that Draco on me and it got a red dot (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
b*tch, I keep that stick like I play for Boston Red Sox
b*tch, I'm from The WIIIC, we got sh*t up in a headlock
Headshot, every time we blow, it's a headshot
Stretch Gang, all my n*ggas crazy, gang got dreadlocks