Go2Hell Lyrics

Yea Brodie throwin Bows like a mosh pit

I don't know why these niggas like to gossip

By the way, I can see you niggas watching

Pussy nigga on my girl page cause I blocked him

Think you fucking with the gang then yo ass off Fent

Put a bullet in his cape cause I hate Clark Kent

I got money on my card, my pocket full of lint

Nigga cussed his Bitch out, she was lookin at the print

When I rap I be getting shit off my chest

Niggas Cap in they raps need to go to hell

Who the fuck made it cool just to go to jail

Most these niggas get locked they gon' show and tell

That's why it's best to be yourself and just stand on it

I ain't no killer but you cannot put yo hands on me

The way these opps in my DM like they fans on me

This bad bitch wanna come and put the head on me

They think I'm turning to the devil cause it's red on me

Pussy nigga steady lying on his dead homie

Whole time don't even got no dead homies

Niggas ratting on they mans, he the fed homie

Yeah, nigga, you the cop friend

Why cop one cart when you can cop ten

Drink Bleach if my niggas ain't in yo top ten

Cook em like a combo, he got boxed in

She wanna keep in contact like Hopsin

No rap cap, beat a nigga like we boxing

Feel like Holyfield but I'm floating like Muhammad

Like some bad food making fuck niggas vomit

Baby, I'm a star, think I wanna buy a comet

Beat a nigga ass for an Instagram comment

Fuck The Shade Room, I ain't gettin to no drama

Brodie paint shit, nigga shout out to Osama

When I rap, I be getting shit off my chest

Niggas Cap in they raps, need to go to hell

Who the fuck made it cool just to go to jail

Most these niggas get locked they gon' show and tell

When my niggas showin out, we gon' show and prove

I ain't never gave a fuck bout a broken rule

I don't talk so they think that I'm fuckin rude

To tell the truth, I ain't even in the fuckin mood