HELL-O

Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky
 This gelato and I'm blowing 50
 If you pull it on me, then you better kill me
 Kamikaze, taking niggas with me
 Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny
 Them big pockets counting plenty
 Ain't no money you could lend me
 Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney
 From the first of first, you know I hold it down
 Log it in, spread the word around
 Wedding cake, terps like crystals now
 I'm moving on, they say I'm different now
 Call investigation, this a perp
 Deem it certain, screaming red alert
 Most you suckers gotta make it work
 Just remember where you heard it first
 Problematic shit get automatic
 Fucking cowards, they don't want no static
 I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power
 Came up selling sour, making thousands
 Came up selling sour, making thousands
 Came up selling sour, making thousands
 Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain
 Fire, brimstone, acid rain
 Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene
 Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea
 Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
 I think I'm back up on them drugs again
 Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
 I think I'm back up on them drugs again
 Yeah I see the 12
 I don't want to see the cell
 You won't see me in some nooses
 Young and reckless, what the moon is
 Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?
 Patrick Ewing
 Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots
 I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones
 Man, fuck that "mmh", that mumble rap
 It's that skully low rumble rap
 I'll do 50 years if the police find what's inside my duffle rag
 Momma should've named me Trouble Man
 Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles and
 Got sheets, I ain't talking slumbers and
 Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap
 Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
 Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn
 Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments
 It's Meechy Dark, still not the father, bitch
 Keeping hundreds in the shoe box
 Straight cash pop a few thots
 Father niggas, Big Pop
 Chauncey Billups, I'm a big shot
 Red alert, get your shit popped
 Avianne for the big rocks
 Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked
 Mad Max in the gridlock
 
 Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky
 This gelato and I'm blowing 50
 If you pull it on me, then you better kill me
 Kamikaze, taking niggas with me
 Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny
 Them big pockets counting plenty
 Ain't no money you could lend me
 Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney
 From the first of first, you know I hold it down
 Log it in, spread the word around
 Wedding cake, terps like crystals now
 I'm moving on, they say I'm different now
 Call investigation, this a perp
 Deem it certain, screaming red alert
 Most you suckers gotta make it work
 Just remember where you heard it first
 Problematic shit get automatic
 Fucking cowards, they don't want no static
 I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power
 Came up selling sour, making thousands
 Came up selling sour, making thousands
 Came up selling sour, making thousands
 Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain
 Fire, brimstone, acid rain
 Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene
 Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea
 Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
 I think I'm back up on them drugs again
 Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
 I think I'm back up on them drugs again
 Yeah I see the 12
 I don't want to see the cell
 You won't see me in some nooses
 Young and reckless, what the moon is
 Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?
 Patrick Ewing
 Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots
 I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones
 Man, fuck that "mmh", that mumble rap
 It's that skully low rumble rap
 I'll do 50 years if the police find what's inside my duffle rag
 Momma should've named me Trouble Man
 Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles and
 Got sheets, I ain't talking slumbers and
 Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap
 Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
 Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn
 Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments
 It's Meechy Dark, still not the father, bitch
 Keeping hundreds in the shoe box
 Straight cash pop a few thots
 Father niggas, Big Pop
 Chauncey Billups, I'm a big shot
 Red alert, get your shit popped
 Avianne for the big rocks
 Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked
 Mad Max in the gridlock