Foe Minutes Of Hell

If he really got this shit, then he'd keep it with him, huh
He'd never hit you with the "It's gon' be a minute"
If he really cut from that cloth, you gon' see it in him, huh
He'll do it by himself, never need a nigga
Like if I really like that lil' bitch, she'll know it, huh
I'll hit your line, you won't never get ignored
Like when I get a new number, you'll already know it
If not, you just a thot I use for head, that pussy spoiled
Hmm, bitch, stay in your place before I put you in it, huh
You can't put me in no box, but I'll put you in one
Huh, huh, I been on the block, bitch, I'm tryna spin one
Huh, get up, huh, we on bullshit
Dressed in all black, just left a funeral with a full clip
Baptized me a snake nigga in the pulpit
I be with my real family, fuck who you cool with
I be on some bullshit, brand new Prada boot, bitch, huh
With the whoops, huh, huh, not no bootlickers
We'll stomp a nigga like a Theta, ain't no frat, though
Quick to tell a bitch to see you later out the backdoor
You ain't never shot a thirty-eight for a thirty-six
I ain't talking 'bout a Rolex, bitch, we in the mix
Could give a fuck about a streaming check how I get in the kitchen
You ain't never turned a fourteen to a twenty-eight
With a mason jar, wire hanger, and a paper plate
Put the fresh grams in the Bullet, do not use a Bullet
Go get you a sifter, I can tell you, but won't demonstrate
You gon' need a razor blade, 'rona mask for your face
Whipping Sternberger out in Green Bay, push the Jace
Get a whole thing for fifty racks if you sweet
I get that bitch for thirty-three 'cause it's me, huh
Fuck it around and get it for my clip, that's a thirty
Be done copped two for sixty quick as hell and left early
Bitch, you ain't never seen no oranges for the Bill Simmons
I'll turn a used car lot to a BS business, huh
Whip a hoopty to a Bentley with your friends in it
She can't tell when I nut off Percs, but I did finish
Ho, don't get beside yourself
Pussy bitch try me in real life, gon' need God 'nem help
Don't let no Instagram DM be the reason you get melted
I ain't going for no weird shit you on, I can smell it
Huh, girl got a dirty mouth, clean it out with Orbit
Got this big bitch on my back like I'm Norbit
Hmm, tryna trap-trap 'til they put us on Forbis
Huh, I mean Forbes
Don't press my line, I'm kicking down them doors
Huh, stash my money, try to find and get it
Kill you right in front your wife and children
I ain't playing 'bout a damn thing that got to do with me and my living
Huh, gang keep making me drink water, think I passed my limit
I keep popping yercocets every time they ain't looking
Ayy, bitch, my soul crying for some help I ain't got
I still be on the same block like I can't stop
A million followers, but I can't leave the hood for name drops
Trusting ho niggas only make me love my gang now
Hey, fuck your companionship
I can hardly stand this shit
You niggas be acting out the randomest
I'm dealing with damages
My life is scandalous
Can't no regular nigga handle any of these parameters
I indulge in drugs through all my endeavors
I be minding my business like naw, me ain't jealous
Don't even think about what other niggas doing if they ain't the fellas
This that 50 Zone, 55, never let you slide shit
55, 50 Zone, shoot whoever you riding with
Huh, I lost Dukes and Han at the same time, huh
Look me in my eyes, see I ain't a liar
I'm in a race with the walking dead, tryna keep my stride, duh
Yeah, rest in peace to Lawrence, rest in peace to Andy, huh
I'ma keep it going, the name of my family
Squeezing on the styrofoam, won't never unhand it
Can't put the drank down, it taste like candy
Beat your bitch up, take her down while I'm listening to Brandy
I'm a big ape, beat my chest, not no chimpanzee
Bitches sit around talking 'bout me 'cause I got them panties
Hit once, get the neck a few times, then don't answer
Chain smoking cigarettes, stressing, like I want cancer
Bitch, you ain't shit but a D-League pole dancer
Your OnlyFans seventy-five cents, free twice a week
I'm one Dem Franchize Boyz, I think she like me
Huh, poor bitch squirt stank, got it on my white tee
And your stomach loose as hell, tattoos cheap as well
Stretch marks looking like a whole bowl of oatmeal
You're used to saying that you used to fuck with me, switch the subject
Huh, back to you tough niggas
Huh, got a bopstick for the too tough niggas
Huh, one full clip kill two tough niggas
Got a Cartier Drac' for the new buff niggas
Huh, EDD run-ass niggas running out of gas
'Cept for the ones that did it right, not stunt with the cash
All on the 'Gram flexing shit, bitch, you need a hand
Huh, four minutes of hell on your, huh

Four minutes of whoop on your bitch ass
Huh, four minutes of whoop on your bitch ass
Gang, gang, gang, duh
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