Hell in a Cell lyrics

[Intro]
We gon' do it just like this, KrispyLife
It's with a K, dumbass

[Verse]
Was flashin' cheese, I guess I left a sixty trail
When I was sixteen, I gave Fendi hell
Your b*tch take care of you like she tryna get you well (What?)
n*ggas be p*ss poor, this sh*t never fails (Ayy, Celo, this sh*t crazy)
Out in Oakland lookin' for a wine spot
Cameras on the corner catch them plays in the blindspot (Ayy, come here, come here)
This revolver in this b*tch only got five shots
Ocean Spray, mix it with the lean, I call it wine drop (Man)
Them people on my ass like why I ain't drop?
I caught a case, I'm on the box, he hit my line hot
Hold up— my phone just vibrated, that's a Chime drop (Hold on)
n*ggas mad they motion slowed up and mines not
Diamonds dancin', these b*tches lookin' like an Easter section
Bro drove to get them pounds, I threw a pita teven (Here you go)
On my mama, you could've never guessed it (Never)
What, you still confused? What, I gotta give my lesson? (Huh?)
G gettin' money by any means
You, us and never them, nothing in between
Eat everything I wanted, I done bought with cheese
S stressed, but they can't see me bleed
S sex with a bad b*tch you ain't never seen
A b*tch out in a snowstorm, make her grab a fifty piece
Hit the road, not for no shows, but a thousand beans
n*ggas down in Dayton say they want him, they got blue cheese
n*gga say he gettin' money, don't believe it, it's farfetched
I just bought some Louis and some Guccis off of Farfetch
Chop hit his whip, shut it down, I made the car flip
Not a vape, but I left this b*tch smokin' like a cartridge
It's a lot of muscle 'round me, b*tch, we Billy Blanks
Been done hittin' them stores, boy, b*tch, we hittin' banks
His sh*t ain't really hittin' at all, I think that sh*t fake
Caught them boys in the mall, they got to runnin' like a fast brake
Got your family cryin' in the living room like they cut onions
Cut from a certain type of cloth and you ain't cut from it
Tired of hearin' all them fake stories, you ain't done done it
They say he died from the beef, but it ain't come from it (No)
I'm tired of n*ggas talkin' money, n*gga, what 'bout it?
I just bought some dress shoes, these b*tches made out of ostrich
They know my face down in Kansas, not from rappin' but for college
Me and World Famous trippin', he did Gucci, I'ma do Versace
This sh*t hotter than a coffee cup
b*tch breath hot, she in my face, don't fog these up (No)
They tellin' me I'm trippin', man, trip these nuts
The same b*tch you trippin' over, boy, I paid fifty bucks (She a sl*t)
[Outro]
KrispyLife, n*gga
It's with a K, dumbass
Stupid
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