Give Em Hell

(Album: Give Em Hell - 2014)

Damn, Brandon

[Hook]
Ay, give 'em Hell
Damn, give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I love Jesus Christ, but I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I wanna go to Heaven, but I'm about to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell

[Verse One]
Free Lil' Hollywood
They just gave my brother 40 huh
God bless Lil Manman cause he walked 'round with the 40
Hope a nigga don't try, he gon' give a nigga 20, hold up
Goddam why the judge give my nigga 20?
I like eating good, I like eating hibachi
Wnen I get my drugs, get my drugs for the dirt cheap
All my niggas good, they don't never ask for nothing
All these niggas taking partner pictures, man they fronting
I don't parley with frienemies... Or enemies
Nigga don't try to belittle me, I'm at Wimbledon
Serena and Venus they chilling with me, for real though
All my niggas getting money, all yo' niggas need to chill though

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
R.I.P. my momma that's the queen of Atlanta, hey
God bless Lil Mic cause he got 50 in the hammer, hey
Hope a nigga don't try, he gon' give him half a hunna
We just let the window down, they just got the running
Did you pick up all your shells?
They got lil' partner but he got bail
I guarantee that he won't tell
But if he do... Pew-pew-pew, oh well
I won't lie to save my life
Rappers lying they ain't right
Lil niggas they imitate
Imagine if the real were fake

[Hook]

Damn, Brandon