HG $hellz - Where Is The Nearest Shell Gas Station? lyrics

[Verse 1: bryuk] f** your b**h, I don't give a f** Pull up through in my f**ing truck I came through with about five b**hes And I now I got too many that I can't even f** 'em all, yo f** 'em all Talking about my haters, yeah f** 'em all Came through with your b**h I was hanging at the mall Then I came through said "Yo Jordan gotta ball" Ball on these b**hes I don't give a f** I am snitching on snitches b**hes, these snitches get stitches And then if you got itches I'll be your scratch Scratch that, scratch ticket Slap you on the a**, b**h it's Just what I do when I doing my thing Pull up on your b**h a**, uh Hit you with that sh**, that's right (Straight up!) f**ing on your b**h until The motherf**ing morning I don't give a f** if The neighbors wake cause she moaning Way too loud b**h, shut your mouth Keep it down, cause you know Everybody sleeps light in this town Cause there's someone with a gun Trying to get at their back Probably for cooking up the crack Your sh** sounds whack I f** up some sh** Then I f** your f**ing b**h Came through with the 9 mm I'm about to get the heater Heat this sh** up Hit this sh** out of the park Like Derek Jeeter On my Sutherland like Kiefer, b**h [Verse 2: HG $hellz] HG $hellz cooking out the bando Got a bandana on my head Like I'm f**ing Rambo Everybody knows that I love my kinfolk But If you're not blood Man, I'll show you to your sinful self I am a relic to the people Who wanna get down in the club I got a bug, the jitter feeling In my glitter, David Bowie shoutout Uh yo yo yo man Still trapping, and cooking Cooking 'round the bando I got mad baking soda You don't even know the flavor Of my rhyme, of my rhyme I rap all of the time I got b**hes on my grind They jocking they slopping on my dick They want it all of the time I got mad shots For all of these homies who are hating Bro you're skating on thin ice Man, you're masturbating I'm the jerk off who jerks off To no one I get p**y Like I'm f**ing Atilla the Hun Everyone that messes me will get it Messes with me, I meant f**ing forget it [Verse 3: Young Dan] Young Dan on the track Juicy J Rolling J's up on this b**h Going off without a hitch I better be on pitch Or this producer's gonna be pissed Slapping the b**hes and jocking the hoes Slapping the b**hes and macking on mo' Money, uh, uh Does it sound like I know what I'm rapping about? A Casa de Bryuk production