Rocko - What The Hell lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane x2] Might as well sell a bale What the hell? Oh... I'm just a n***a with a f**ing scale Trying to stay outta jail, oh... [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I am just a shooter, shorty I hang out with shooters, shorty Put you in that torture rack Call me Lex Luger, shorty You can call me Jason Or you call me Freddie Kruger, Shorty Forty's just a feature, charge you fifty for the after-party Gucci Mane's the shooter boss No, not a producer, shorty Eighty goons on your a**, like some barracudas, shorty Young a** n***a with a mouth full of gold b**hes know I'm rich as f** Dumba** n***a with a mouth full of hate Grab my AK and chop 'em up Still f** at least ten b**hes a day Like I'm a p**nagrapher Gucci Mane and Flocka Can't even see us if you had binoculars Ice cream's backordered New color chat water Call your girlfriend "Trapitha" Everybody grabbin' her Everybody stabbin' her s**in' on us like Dracula [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Waka Flocka] Mid-grade, mid-grade Been sellin' it seventh grade Stay with that throw away Cellphone chirping, catchin' plays Fifty slabs, hundred slabs, seven grams, half-a-ounces Offer that, runnin' that, from the back No commin' back Shorty want an eight-ball, told her call Gucci Trappin' with my gutter chick, work up in her coochie Dope man Nike's, Levi's with the white tee I f**ed my money up, now I think that they don't like me Shorty's pilled and talkin' told me where her n***a's white be You that I'm shiesty These n***as' nothing like me Money, money, I be countin' hunneds Looking for the jackers You know that I'm gunning [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Rocko] I'm Just trying to see another day Yesterday it was okay Hopefully today'll be better though Hopefully I'll get some better blow Snowflakes out here finna go I'm just trying to keep my ho Hopefully I'll hit the lotto I'm so tired of sellin' this stone Every day we live for the moment Every second we got to do what we go to do If I finessed you, I had to I had to do what I had to do You retaliate, can't be mad at you Gotta do what you gotta do I can't take offense to it Still, I gotta play defense Cold-hearted amphibians In this street, all this slime n***a told you he ain't never thought he hit no lick That n***a lyin' At night I get on my knees Free my conscious, free my mind God, help us find another way We're so tired of committing these crimes, ay [Hook x2]