G5 Da Menace - How Da Hell

Yeah
How the hell
How the hell
How the hell

Nigga, come on
How the hell
How the hell
How the hell

Nigga, come on
How the hell these niggas havin' fire, ain't shootin' shit
How the hell she eat that dick, I know she ain't new to this
All these dimes in my phone, I don't know who to hit

Trap jumpin' backroom field with a hundred plus
All these rats on me, but I still tell them slow motion
Pussy nigga talk behind my back, that whole shit
Catch me rollin', boy, I swear we smoke shit

Glock 380, she hit him then he twitchin' up
I ain't with hate shit, we scrimpin' naked, won't give a fuck
32 shit, yeah, we ruthless
Zone six shit, get you flipped quick

How the hell
How the hell
How the hell
Nigga, come on

How the hell
How the hell
How the hell
Nigga, come on

Hit like that lil' Joe, you hot as hell
Bitch, you cannot tell
I got exotic bags come' through the mail
Bitch, come check the smell

I was down bad on my last nigga
I be causin' hell
Work the backseat with that Draco
Get to boomin dropping shell

Droppin' bodies, this shit be a habit
Everything I touch inside the trap, I bet I make a profit
I was down bad, fucked up on my last bitch
I ain't have no options

Bitch, I'm out here takin' risks
Slimy as it get
They don't try it
You get hit with the blitz

You're bad, though
Bitch, you know I'm slimy
Gotta get that kid back
We gon' spend your block

Time out that quarter, set your quarter back
Fuck it, ho, she drop the low
I know where we blitzin' at
Hit the lil' bitch from the back

Shit clappy, yeah, she lovin' that
How the hell
How the hell
How the hell

Nigga, come on
How the hell
How the hell
How the hell

Nigga, come on
Come on
Yeah, with Draco, get up close
Know we do the most

That D.O.A. when you die, know we toast
Know that we gon' boast
Get on the gram
Long live fucking, rude

He felt 7.62s
They hit that car and put him on the news
Super 3LK all on my face
You get killed, in broad day

All of these young niggas, they all behind
And they spin bout my name
Bitch, I'm young OG
You play with me, you get stripped out your denim

I feel like I'm Shawty
Brand new 40
And I'm dyin' to hit him
I let off some shots

He ain't dead, but he in ICU
Shout-out Channel two
Had your face all on that fucking news
Yeah, I keep a ski

Try to run, you feel the glee
I be more busy than bee
Compensator on 23
How the hell

How the hell
How the hell
Nigga, come on
How the hell

How the hell
How the hell
Nigga, come on

Written by:
Jokem Williams

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