Tarentino - Hell Naw lyrics

[Hook] Jaguar, that b**h super fast just like a Nascar Trap spot, selling c**aine, h**n out this trap spot Crack pot, b**h I made a hundred off this crack pot .40 Glock, hit him in his face, make his head pop Dreadlocks, all my n***as tatted and got dreadlocks Feds hot, all them opps snitching got the feds hot Red dots, think I'm going to jail? See this red dot Hell naw, put that on my daughter, I'm like hell naw [Verse 1] Choppas, know we got them choppas and a trap spot Two stoves, when we in here whipping we got 8-pots Junkies, junkies back-to-back they want them damn rocks 'Ikes, 'Ikes back-to-back they want them damn Glocks Waka, off them flats we turnt up just like Flocka Rasta, all my n***as dreaded like a rasta Pop ya, run up on me, run, my bro gon' pop ya Drop ya, like a broke label we gon' drop ya Foreign, then we scratch off in that Foreign Boring, she don't f** with you just cause you boring Touring, I be f**ing hoes when we touring Pouring, dropped a four that night, woke up that morning [Hook] [Verse 2] Glizzies, know we got them glizzies like a damn cop Actin', I don't like to act unless it's straight drop 30's, boy we got them on us, f** a stash spot Trap spot, in here shaking at the crackpot Eater, boy you cuffing. Eater, she a damn thot You need her, I don't need her unless it's for some top Professor, way I am finessing b**hes love Boss Top Finesser, ho I am finessing and I keep my Glock Bando, know we got them choppas in a bando Rambo, Glock Boys coming through, just like Rambo Damn ho, hit him in his sh**, his whole hand swoll Pants low, And he got them wings just like Red Bull [Hook]