Hell Nah (feat. GMO Stax & Diddyda don)

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)

Hmm, yop, hmm, yop, yop, ****

Yeah, huh

Oh, hell nah

She want me spend all this money, lil' bitch a damn frog

Bitch, I'm a scam god, lil' bitch, I'll scam y'all

Your **** pussy, tellin' you, he don't wanna have no standoff

Let me see that pussy, ain't got time to play, take off them damn thongs

I done hit that pussy, went up out my way and put my mans on

What you think we stand on? ****, Trey Mafia

All my **** hands on, we can do a lot for ya

More than your spouse or cuz, I don't give a fuck 'bout blood

He could be related, whole time, **** ain't my blood (****, yop)

I can say this for my babies, they ain't got it out the mud (****, why?)

'Cause they ain't had to

When them bullets flyin', **** better duck and they gon' have to

Knock the sense out the stupid **** head, now he a statue

Say I hit him from a distance, they ain't see 'em 'cause I'm Casper (Hah, yop)

Mm, ****, huh

I'm gon' make him blow his bladder, they gon' put him in a caption, ****

Knew he was dead before his mama, ****, she the one that had him

They say I'm crazier than Boom, we can't be in the same room

When we both in the same room, ****, we red-nose pits, ****

****, we both on bullshit, ****, we all got full clips, ****

Yeah

You can't run from this shit, she tryna run from the dick

Runnin' your mouth'll get you killed, I'm just tryna tell you what it is

If it's a Charger in the hood and it ain't gang's, then we flippin' it

Try to run up on me, think it's a game, I get ridiculous with it

I ain't got no love for him, he wasn't in the trenches with me

Chopper and pistol with me, **** ain't tryna shoot it out

Shot this bitch so many times, cut the air on just to cool it down

**** better cool it down before I see what you about

**** better switch his route, pop up at a **** mama house

It's all certified tweakers in the room

We get to sweepin' **** out this bitch, hope you got your broom

**** like to run they mouth and shit, we face his ass like Zoom

I'm activated off these Perkies, I just mixed it with the juice

Opp tryna do a song, that's a body in the booth

Callin' in, tryna get saved, boy, we don't fuck with you

Them **** tryna ride the wave, I can see 'em, we got 'em spooked

We pourin' Wock' 'til we can't taste the pop

In the club throwin' dubs, them bitches make it pop

I ain't show that bitch no love, I just hit her off a shot

I robbed that **** on my block, he ain't comin' back no more

Told them **** pick a side or we gon' hit that backdoor

They ain't think I was gon' slide, they ain't know I had the lo'

You juiced that **** up, I popped his head like a cantaloupe