[Intro: Hell Rell]

Uh, uh

Ruger

Yes

Dipset, uh

Dipset, bitch

Yeah

I know y'all niggas feel what I'm doing out there, right?

Huh

If you don't, then you deaf

Yeah

We the hardest

Styles P, where you at, homie?

Hahah

Mr., Mr. Ruger, yeah

[Chorus: Hell Rell]

The streets on smash, the most talked about

You know who we is

Man, we the hardest rappers out

That's right

The flow [?]

You know our life, nigga

Pussy [?]

Man, we the hardest rappers out

I can cop it, I don't care what it cost

These rappers couldn't see us, [?] man, we the hardest rappers out

We got thе hardest rhymes, plus that white whеn it's a drought

You know our names, nigga, we the hardest rappers out

What?

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]

I can give a class on how to carey a shotgun

[?] talking spit on them, slide when the cops come

He shot at me and missed, goddamn you're an amature

Got the streets boxed in from every parameter

Your career's about to flop, you need to talk to your manager

Feds are taking pictures right now, smile for the camera

Always in the building when it's empty, like the janiter

Lose 20 stacks at the table, I'm a gambler

You rapping for nothing, nobody listens to your punchlines

You trapping for nothing, you always getting jacked for 1 time

This bitch wanna put her all into me

I know why, 'cause she see the shot caller in me

I know why, 'cause she see the fucking baller in me

If it ain't a thousand grams, I don't call it a key

If he never bust his gun, then I don't call him a G

[?] call me at 3

What?

[Chorus: Hell Rell]

The streets on smash, the most talked about

You know who we is

Man, we the hardest rappers out

That's right

The flow [?]

You know our life, nigga

Pussy [?]

Man, we the hardest rappers out

I can cop it, I don't care what it cost

These rappers couldn't see us, [?] man, we the hardest rappers out

We got the hardest rhymes, plus that white when it's a drought

You know our names, nigga, we the hardest rappers out

What?

[Verse 2: Styles P]

S.P. live by the street shit

Knife I call Hungry, for the way that it eat shit

Don't get your cheek ripped, throat slashed

I don't give a fuck about rap, I'll take your coke stash

I don't give a fuck about cars, I need a boat stashed

So I can hit the water, in case I catch a body or a fucking manslaughter

Go head, make your order

I can rob and transport it

And your connect, you more than your fucking camquarters

You lil niggas rapping it, shit, I've been living it

The million dollar lawyers, the 2 dollar prisoners

Thousand in hustlers, murder for nothing strugglers

Thugs run around town, Glocks with the mufflers

Still, I'm the hardest out, kill any artist out

Kill any target out, since you got heart, I'ma go head and carve it out

Eat it right there, I can show you what starving 'bout

Hard like the yard is out

[Chorus: Hell Rell]

The streets on smash, the most talked about

You know who we is

Man, we the hardest rappers out

That's right

The flow [?]

You know our life, nigga

Pussy [?]

Man, we the hardest rappers out

I can cop it, I don't care what it cost

These rappers couldn't see us, [?] man, we the hardest rappers out

We got the hardest rhymes, plus that white when it's a drought

You know our names, nigga, we the hardest rappers out

What?

[Verse 3: Hell Rell]

Man, that boy better run when that metal bust

Lil retarded, like you riding on a yellow buss

They look at the chain, and always get [?]

Then it's nothing to get them out they antique denim

Talking 'bout the hardest, better mention my name

'Cause I've been giving them Hell, since I've been in the game

Check my track record

Diplomat Immunity Part 1, Part 2, yeah, I murdered

Capo album, boddied it

Ju album, boddied it

That's all facts, 'bout to shit on these niggas

Take a crap on rap, the G.T.'s black on black

Black to back, and we can do it stack with stack

Nigga, we the Diplomats

If you don't see what we doing, then you blind

LIke them lil 3 mics

I pack heat twice

And when I'm feeling myself, I'll bring my 3rd gun out

The world 'bout the money, baby, that'll never run out

[Chorus: Hell Rell]

The streets on smash, the most talked about

You know who we is

Man, we the hardest rappers out

That's right

The flow [?]

You know our life, nigga

Pussy [?]

Man, we the hardest rappers out

I can cop it, I don't care what it cost

These rappers couldn't see us, [?] man, we the hardest rappers out

We got the hardest rhymes, plus that white when it's a drought

You know our names, nigga, we the hardest rappers out

What?