Hell's Angels Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Shout out Yo Gotti on this one

I'm just standing in the kitchen

Over the stove just water whippin'

Mixing soda with the yola (Yeah)

Bet I can show you how to get some moving

Niggas wanting smoke, you only get it if you putting in

Lurking on the west, I hold that K, bro holding F.N

Painting shit for hours, I ain't never been no minute man (I ain't never)

One man army, I don't fuck with y'all, don't got that many friends (Turn up)

We hit his block up once, that bitch ain't die, so fuck it spin again (Yeah)

Y'all done let the pussies clique with pussies, fuckin' lesbians (Yeah)

Ran out of Patron, I'm out my body, pass that Remy then

Switches on them sticks, they go to full auto from semi then (Yeah)

Pop out like Pooh Shiesty, when I mask up in that sprinter van

Niggas know too much, you got some info? shit then fill me in

The one's who hate me most is always one's I'm doing better than (How that work?)

Made a lot of racks OT, I'm worth too much to give a damn (Yeah)

I can make a bitch do some shit like Boosie

Left hand steer, right hand on the coochie

Her head game dumb, make a nigga go stupid

Said you gone kill who? Well nigga come do it

Pussy upped pole but he too scared to shoot it

Pass me the Drac, lil nigga I'll use it

Extended clips long as hell, like a movie

Got the drop where they play, gone get they whole crew lit

She said come thru 'cause she know I will

Sex hit different when I'm off that pill

She start taking pics, I'm like hoe chill

We ain't that deep yet, bitch what's yo deal?

Don't sell me no red, if that shit ain't sealed

Know I keep mines with me, I ain't got no fear

You front yo move, that's the wrong idea

Don't wolf on the net then get caught in the field

17 Chops in the crib, it's a gun show

K kickback, RIP when that gun blow

Gang or no gang, I ain't got shit to run for

Put him in this wood, but nigga I don't smoke

Pussy so wet, dive in with a poncho

Knocked down three already, need one more

Tug on her hair when it's down like Repunzel

Dick to her throat, bet bread she gone choke (NLE)

Yeah, yeah

And I remember all them times (That's that Shotta Flow, yeah, yeah)

Relying on them food lines (Yeah, yeah)

Dodging red and blue lights (Yeah, yeah)

Promise we gone be alright (Yeah)

We gone be alright (Yeah)

Promise we gone be alright (Yeah)

Promise we gone be alright (Yeah)

Promise we gone be alright

Look, I ain't never been to jail

Been in shit, I'd never tell

You goofy nigga, Dave Chappel

Post yo shit, keep mine concealed

Y'all be smooth, we step for real

Banana clip, skrrrt out and peel (Skrrt)

She tripping off like half a pill

I Triumph like Bonneville

I'm just standing in the kitchen

Over the stove just water whippin'

Mixing soda with the yola

Bet I can show you how to get some moving

It's Zayy

It's Zayy

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