Hell - Intellectual

[Intro]

(dulio, 力を貸して)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

I blew a bag at Chanel, ha

YSL, my belt (Brr)

Got to the bank, you could tell, uh-huh

Your bitch said she like how I smell, okay

My whip, straight from Hell, tuh

Your pockets, they frail

I get the money, I get out on bail

I had some money before I signed a deal

Okay, lil' bih', what's your deal?

I'm finna go in my shell

Lil' nigga tried to play with Namil, oh nah

[?]

That bitch, she keep hittin' my cell, oh yeah

Bitch, I got a gun for myself

Moncler Boots [?]

Pour a four in my juice up, bitch I'm finna sell

[Verse]

Yeah, I ain't wanna do 'em bad, huh

Walk in school, with a bag, ha

I know why I got 'em mad

Really just 'cause I been poppin' them tags

AMG, I might switch up to a Jag'

Really been comin' in first, you last

I stay with my bitch, 'cause her the best

Can't fuck with the sticks, you tote, you rag

Walk out that bitch, with all of that

Give me that shit, need all the cash

Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, you hold her back

Not even a whip, can hold the racks

I'm not finna cap, he said you ass

Don't make no sense, my pockets fat

I'm in yo hood, bitch where you at?

I'm doin' good, matter of fact

Pull up on you, with my crew, and a bag

I been workin' on droppin', made a mill' off a Mac

You ain't sippin' on drop, you ain't sippin' on Wock'

You be talkin' online, it's the reason you whack

My brother gotta shoot you in the back (Back, back)

Get turned to a [?], turned to a pack (Pack, pack)

Nigga, you gotta do better than that (That, that)

My brother ride around with a TEC

Yeah, they finna shoot at they chest

Some my niggas tellin' me I'm next

I walk around like a vet

Switchin' lanes, skrrt off in a 'Vette ('Vette)

I don't do shit, get them wet (Wet)

Tell my brother, "Stop poppin' that X" (Oh yeah)

I-I-I put the gang in the Jag', yeah

SRT and the engine (Woo)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)