8th - Hell No lyrics

[Intro] 8th, drop that sh** [Verse One: 8th] Well I'mma start it like this man I ain't the one you wanna be dissin' I promise, you don't really wanna start any friction I heard the sh** you poppin' and it's honestly sickenin' The type of sh** that's only good for clogging the sh** can I'm about to flush that, I'mma s**er punch rap Hot enough to the point to where you wanna snuff back And it takes just a little tease They call me 8th cause the symphonies That I'll make will stay till infinity Raising the penalty, tellin' the industry "f** off" If they sayin' 8th and Apathy ain't the jump off The future's a grenade and any day it could bust off That's why you see me in a hearse, speeding like "What law?" Dippin' around the corner, thinkin' about your daughter I ignore her cause she's already clingin' onto my balls I'm a hear tbreaker, the shop, looks could cause a lot of danger As far as p**y goes, let's say I'm not a stranger A lot of anger and hate aiming at 8th's fame What we makin' ain't great? Pssst Say what?! [Hook] {X4} Hell nah Nope I ain't the one you wanna f** with [Verse Two: Apathy] It's no wonder why these gold diggers on the balls Cause the palace is as lavish as Taj Mahal Us average? Hahaha, not at all I simply speak and freaks wanna drop they drawers Motherf**ers lost they mind, you buggin' y'all You're from New York and speakin' with a southern drawl Lookin' sissy all prissy with your ditsy blond s*uts Kinda iffy, think ya spiffy in your pretty Von Dutch Physical basic as b**hes with those Tiffany bracelets I physically break it and have her screamin' "Ricky engraved it!" Same chick who love her boyfriend so damn much Locked down but one round and she's down to f** I ain't tryin' to disrespect, you ready to fight me When you need to keep your wifey in check like Nike's Rappers, rappers, rappers, I'm tryin' to tell y'all You f** with Ap? Hell nah [Hook] "Do you know who this is? This is serious business."