Hxll No
[Intro]
Hell no
Bro said I got poles, he gon' slide, so I said "Hell no"
But I got some shooters out here slidin' they gon'—
Ha, ha, ha
[Chorus]
Hell no
Bro said I got poles, he gon' slide, so I said, "Hell no"
But I got some shooters out here slidin' they gon' peel bro
Fuck that shit I'm talkin', changed my mind, bitch, I'ma still blow
MJ with my shot before that court, bitch I'm the real G.O.A.T
[Verse 1]
A real one not like them, no I can't do no fate (Uh)
The X, the drank, the Wockhardt too, I can't even feel my face
The Patek, the Givenchy all on my body, I think I'ma empty the chase (Uh)
I keep that G23 on my hip, if he pull up then he gettin' wasted
Let that K walk, they like, "Vae, whoa"
Tell that boy I'm from the UFO, we X-Files
They tryna flex styles, he just like textiles
I made that boy and put him on, I get him exiled
Ayy, X'd out, we gon' cross 'em off
We don't do that beefin' shit, we just gon' knock 'em off
We can go shot for shot, lil' bitch, but this ain't alcohol
He think we playin' 'bout this shit, hell nah
[Chorus]
Hell no
Bro said I got poles, he gon' slide, so I said, "Hell no"
But I got some shooters out here slidin' they gon' peel bro
Fuck that shit I'm talkin', changed my mind, bitch, I'ma still blow
MJ with my shot before that court, bitch I'm the real G.O.A.T
[Verse 2]
Ballin' hard on bullshit
I need rappin' right now, I'm just talkin' bullshit
Ever since I got that bag, I've been on rude shit
N***as tryna take me out, had to watch who I've been cool with
Shots same as [?] 'cause I need like two switches, on my dual sticks
Small chain from my dealer, just like new whips, we get you hit
I got felons with me when I flew in, and they flew in
Nah, it ain't tough talk, but I duck and shoot clips, yeah we do this
Hell no
Bro said I got poles, he gon' slide, so I said "Hell no"
But I got some shooters out here slidin' they gon'—
Ha, ha, ha
[Chorus]
Hell no
Bro said I got poles, he gon' slide, so I said, "Hell no"
But I got some shooters out here slidin' they gon' peel bro
Fuck that shit I'm talkin', changed my mind, bitch, I'ma still blow
MJ with my shot before that court, bitch I'm the real G.O.A.T
[Verse 1]
A real one not like them, no I can't do no fate (Uh)
The X, the drank, the Wockhardt too, I can't even feel my face
The Patek, the Givenchy all on my body, I think I'ma empty the chase (Uh)
I keep that G23 on my hip, if he pull up then he gettin' wasted
Let that K walk, they like, "Vae, whoa"
Tell that boy I'm from the UFO, we X-Files
They tryna flex styles, he just like textiles
I made that boy and put him on, I get him exiled
Ayy, X'd out, we gon' cross 'em off
We don't do that beefin' shit, we just gon' knock 'em off
We can go shot for shot, lil' bitch, but this ain't alcohol
He think we playin' 'bout this shit, hell nah
[Chorus]
Hell no
Bro said I got poles, he gon' slide, so I said, "Hell no"
But I got some shooters out here slidin' they gon' peel bro
Fuck that shit I'm talkin', changed my mind, bitch, I'ma still blow
MJ with my shot before that court, bitch I'm the real G.O.A.T
[Verse 2]
Ballin' hard on bullshit
I need rappin' right now, I'm just talkin' bullshit
Ever since I got that bag, I've been on rude shit
N***as tryna take me out, had to watch who I've been cool with
Shots same as [?] 'cause I need like two switches, on my dual sticks
Small chain from my dealer, just like new whips, we get you hit
I got felons with me when I flew in, and they flew in
Nah, it ain't tough talk, but I duck and shoot clips, yeah we do this