RotNHell Lyrics

Ten bands for the Rot

Pull up and you die

We pull out choppers and we shoot 'em right at ya eye

Came from the bottom yeah I had to shit up on em alright

I sold my soul yesterday ion feel fine I get it up

Uh uh I got a ho we gotta go huh (yee uhh-huh)

I got the money (bit)

Hol up I get these bows yeah (yee uhh-huh)

Know I want hunnid (bit)

Hol up my diamonds on crow yeah

Look at ya bitch (bit)

Yeah she doing everything I say

We got the hunnies

Hol up I flooded the bae gotta Red

We got money (bit uh-huh)

Hol up we got the bag don't funne

Bit on our side know that bit like a bunny yeah

I got bit outside got a bit on sunny yeah (bit uh-uhh)

Got diamonds on the rocks got diamonds they sunny yeah

Got diamonds on the rocks got diamonds they sunny yeah

Ten bands for the Rot

Pull up and you die (ah ah ah ah)

We pull out choppers and we shoot 'em right at ya eye

Came from the bottom yeah I had to shit up on em alright

I sold my soul yesterday ion feel fine aye (ah ah ah ah)

Remember time won't have mufuckin money Zay I made it Rot (yee uhh-huh)

I had to pull out the Xans yeah I had to pull this shit out my pocket (yee uhh-huh)

Know these niggas yeah they lame ass fucking up my money I hope I don't die (yee uhh-huh)

I pull up with the chopper spray it at his head spray it at head he die (ooo uhh-huh)

Hol up I know these niggas talking all that shit they lame ahh and I know they fried (ooo uhh-huh)

I been popping all the beans yeah these niggas ain't my life

I heard these niggas they talk to the devil they ahh be talking to God (yee uhh-huh)

Hol up I'm on a new level I turnt to a rebel this shit didn't happen over night (yee uhh-huh)

Swear I flooded the bezel I'm holding the metal I swear this shit on my side (yee uhh-huh)

I swear I was dropping the tape and won't having no plays and now when I drop it won't flop (yee uhh-huh)

I was just stuck in a maze l I swear i hate back then I had to get on no Pac (yee uhh-huh)

Yeah I ain't have no bandy mixing and match the designer I feel like I'm Rot (yee uhh-huh)

Ten bands for the Rot

Pull up and you die

We pull out choppers and we shoot 'em right at ya eye (uhhh huh)

Came from the bottom yeah I had to shit up on em alright

I sold my soul yesterday ion feel fine I get it up

Uh uh I got a ho we gotta go huh (yee uhh-huh)

I got the money

Hol up I get these bows yeah (yee uhh-huh)

Know I want hunnid

Hol up my diamonds on crow yeah

Ten bands for the Rot pull up and ya die

(Maybe you got something out of it let's just keep going)

(I'm driving to the gas station right now to pick up a Calypso and my throat is sore)

(Umm I just woke up)

(I'm Michael)

Huuuuhhaaaaaaa

(And I sold my soul yesterday ion feel fine)

You can't tell

You can't tell

You can't tell

(You can't tell aaahhhhhh)

You can't tell

You can't tell