Hell Naw

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I runnin' with the shit?

Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right, my ****

Ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Hell naw

Am I runnin' with the shit?

I really am

Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch

It's all done

You know you right

I'm makin' music for **** in suit and ties

They all got a money and evil smile

That's ending conversations with the "I'll let my people call your people" line

I rap for the ones still in high school

Probably my age and they think I'm cool

For the little ones callin' me "Uncle"

Shit, you know I do it for the dimes, too

I'm tryna find out where my mind at

I don't think I'm crazy, I'm beyond that

Every girl I'm with is either blessed or obsessed and dressin' and lookin'

Like Beyoncé, and I'm the jiggy jigga, yeah, I'm on that

It's not a thing I hate more than a contract

I been killin' **** since I was the kid that rushes home just to

Play Mortal Kombat, I'm too wavy like the format, I could really

Bring it to your doormat, I don't think you wanna get embarrassed by the

Young king, uh-uh

Naw, man, I'm the leader, now just get behind me

You know you like my shit, you can't deny it, bro

I came up like boom, boom, boom

Dead silence, someone get the bodies, get the bodies

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I runnin' with the shit?

Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right, my ****

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Hell naw

Am I runnin' with the shit?

I really am

Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch

It's all done

You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story

The fake ones always wanna write it for me

I never wanted to rain on your parade

I started doin' all of this for some white Jordans

Now I made it, clear to the store manager

****, I want this shit delivered to me

It's like all the **** that you all praisin' are just some other ****

To me, and dumbin' down is a motherfuckin' mission for me

I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me

I make all of my women look into a mirror for me

And then I tell 'em, "Would you please pick a pillow for me?"

Ah, ****, would you please cry a river for me?

Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me?

Tell me, do you want a kidney or a liver from me?

If you hate me then why do you log in to Twitter for me?

Ah, isn't this a bitch though?

A short **** came in here to swish, ho

I'm doin' every day and nightshift just to get it

'Cause you ain't really hot until your wrist cold

Can somebody order me some chill, though?

I really never, ever had to chill, bro

But I'm givin' everybody chills, ****, chill, chill, chill

Can somebody get the window? Damn

Can somebody get the window?

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I runnin' with the shit?

Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right, my ****

Ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Hell naw

Am I runnin' with the shit?

I really am

Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch

It's all done

You know you right, my ****

What else?

You tell me

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame

I told 'em as a youngin' it would know the name

You should pull up to the hotel, man, it's so insane

I'm kickin' bitches out the traphouse like I'm Tory Lanez

Look at, look at all the hurdles that I overcame

I told 'em as a youngin' it would know the name

You should pull up to the hotel, shit, it's so insane

I'm kickin' bitches out the traphouse like I'm Tory Lanez

Yeah, I like my girls high like standards

They gotta pop like Jackson, they gotta be above average

They gotta take the dick like chances

You know you with it with your friends that don't know Jesus

And that ass thick as thieves

I'm just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve

I'm tryna inspire, man, do it for the youth so I'ma cop a whip

And say, "Hell naw" to the roof

Hell naw to the ceilings, fuck limits

This ain't that kiddie flow so I can't have you ducks in it

I'm married to the hustle and I'm stuck with it

It's Bad Hair season, ****, fuck with it