Hell Rell - Major Distribution Freestyle lyrics

Try to sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more I got five choppers laying right there on the bedroom floor n***as looking for a come up, not all real f** around and get hit with a shotgun shell You can lock me up, Your Honor, I got my bell Right here in my left pocket, these n***as need to stop it When we talking money these lames change the topic I just bought a missile and I'm waiting on a rocket, boy I'm sick in the kitchen, sick with the pan Met a n***a dying of cancer, I'm sicker than him When them new cools drop it, dealer hit me up These n***as is falling off, my n***as living it up See, all this getting money and stunting it ain't new to me What you think you're fooling me with this fake j**elry? Who told you to put on that nasty sh**? Meanwhile a n***a ring cost a half of brick Got word, got the dope, got the powder Get you knocked off five racks are turning sour Life kinda cheap around here so stop acting expensive Conversation short but the clip is extended Everything s**ing n***as get raw You ain't there, come to the hospital or finish the job Every month n***as need new taste Switching up cars, duplex condos, switching up broads Time to apply pressure, Porsche? Ride better Sweater? [?] Rolly? Sky-Dweller sh**, we're 'bout to take it to the top Till all them street n***as rugga did it for the block Please sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more I got five choppers lying right there on the bedroom floor