Kie Money - Hell Yeah lyrics

[Intro] Yeah you got to tip your hat to this one right here, you b**h Take your hat off when you see me n***a Whole squad in this motherf**er All here in this b**h Bird call n***a [Hook] Smoking J $tash in a backwood Stash a brick in a Care Bear f**ed her on a pill, yeah yeah Selling dope, hell yeah Yeah we got it on us, yeah And that sh** in me, yeah And that fire on me, yeah We ‘bout it, hell yeah Yeah we on that, hell yeah Yeah we on that, hell yeah Yeah they on that, hell yeah f**in' with it, hell yeah Come f** with me, hell yeah You buyin' dope, hell yeah ‘Cause they f** with me, hell yeah [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] b**h I'm the phone, you a droid Ain't some coke in your life Saw your bluff, boy you a lie You an internet thug, you're internet hype I ain't got no type, not at no no no, no not at all Young n***a on papers like it's a [?] Beat my highscore and I never play myself once Boy you a p**y, I know you ain't tough I'm so high I could make love to above You spill my cup n***a, fill up a tub You know I had my girl out in the fuzz She let us run train, plane, bus Your b**h give me head, back of the club I was so high, couldn't even nut Percocet, Adderal, she got me stuck Put some respeck on my name, bird call Squad up! [Hook] Smoking J $tash in a backwood Stash a brick in a Care Bear f**ed her on a pill, yeah yeah Selling dope, hell yeah Yeah we got it on us, yeah And that sh** in me, yeah And that fire on me, yeah We ‘bout it, hell yeah Yeah we on that, hell yeah Yeah we on that, hell yeah Yeah they on that, hell yeah f**in' with it, hell yeah Come f** with me, hell yeah You buyin' dope, hell yeah ‘Cause they f** with me, hell yeah [Verse 2] Blue cash And my pants big as Kylie Jenner's a** Kanye, black man crashing in another wall again Don't blame me, I'm nodding off of the xan Mixing up Fanta, pouring up again and again Methazine kickstand, beans on us, X-Man f**in' on her in the Vicky's Secret sweatpants She hold the blunt with her left hand I'm seeing through you n***as, CAT scan p**y n***as talkin' but I ain't hearing ‘em My youngin hold the K like a Nigerian Sip that straight bomb ‘til we get to the top G-unit and me, 50 Cent and the Glock Your ho like a Rolex, all she do is watch [Verse 3] Deli boy, tag team, Jeff Hardy, tag team Matt hardy, tag team Xans in my jacket like Michael I be Santana, taking your title, strip Custom made Calvin Klein's, they from Cuba She snorting my dope while she blowing my shooter Man in the mirror, my jacket on thriller Sipping Spike Spiegel, holding a pistol f** that p**y n***a, we ‘bout the issues Jason Stratem how I shoot out the Fisker She s** my dick, watching rewinds of Martin Cartier frames got me geeking like Arthur Taking trips to Jersey City, eating out Kayla Relax, we get fat, and we're [Hook] Smoking J $tash in a backwood Stash a brick in a Care Bear f**ed her on a pill, yeah yeah Selling dope, hell yeah Yeah we got it on us, yeah And that sh** in me, yeah And that fire with me, yeah We ‘bout it, hell yeah Yeah we on that, hell yeah Yeah we on that, hell yeah Yeah they on that, hell yeah f**in' with it, hell yeah Come f** with me, hell yeah You buyin' dope, hell yeah ‘Cause they f** with me, hell yeah