This a hell in a cell
I'm in the ring raising hell
No DQs I'm grabbing the chair
Cracking his head and pinning him down
I'm winning the match
Might well throw in the towel
Primo Ry KC on speed dial
Make em leave town
That boy exiled
From acting hostile
Clear the scene like a cleaned the aisle
Meanwhile That boy Ry just beat trail
For my guys no looking back run 2000 miles
Take ya shit like a swapped a file
Me and my niggas we balling out
See You steady fouling what's the talk about
Ya niggas reaching feening for some clout
Need some dope, call me during the drought
You ain't get the report Better call the scout
Not dj unk you better walk it out
If it ain't money what's to talk about
Ya niggas losing off self doubt
Not seeing chicken so you gonna pout
Niggas tried to hop me but I'm not a turnstile
See ya volume high you'll get turnt down
You'll get shook down this my playground
Shut ya block down that's a touchdown
Catch you out in traffic now it's a showdown
Score a light 40 like AI at Georgetown
Have ya block looking like a ghost town
Don't work for ups but a Nigga be packing it
Hop in the booth and a nigga start blacking out
Chasing the bag all over the map now
In philly getting to it like a cash cow
You could get hit if yo don't know how to act
She feel a connection like WiFi
She want red lobster but i took her to Popeyes
Look for that pressure than i apply
Get cooked like a burger and fries
I ain't talking five guys
But my Five guys
Serve food like a butler
Balling like jimmy
But i ain't talking butler
For my guys
I'll crawl again through the gutta
Boss not a middle man or a runner
Learned how to take a loss and bounce back from another
Shooting shots like Dame Lillard on the Thunder
Heart stone cold, hit myself with a stunner
Heard I'm a stain when you see me on site
I see you in my sights it's no questions imma hit you this smite
Like thugger I'm a thief in the night
I could change the altitude
When I'm High as a kite
And Like this All black breitlang
I'm gon shine in the night
And it's no love lost
Niggas gon ride on each other
Niggas gon fire on each other
But I'm not stressing
Me and guys switching states for summer
New plates for the winter
Don't got time for sinning
No more Ls my team winning
Running up the digits
Leave it ya to front with the midgets
Try my team leave you fishing
Or have you burning
Make you step into a clinic
These niggas they know I'm winning
Reason why they grinning and tripping
I just be sipping and chilling
Stack my chips to the ceiling
Or as tall as a building stack till i hit a million
Flip that million to a billion
In Brazil f*cking on Brazilians
He try to front we make em dip like a chi
When we see the opposition we gon hit em in his lip
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
I ain't talking Chris brown but he gon run it
Ain't gherbo Ry gon up it
F*ck it pass the grip imma up it
Load my .40 before i ever load the bit up
Never need a stylist for the fit bruh
Balling out niggas reaching for some clout
Need some dope, call me during the drought
You ain't get the report well Better call the scout
Not dj unk nigga you better walk it out
MallySkeeza - Hell in a Cell Lyrics
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This a hell in a cell
I'm in the ring raising hell
No DQs I'm grabbing the chair
Cracking his head and pinning him down
I'm winning the match
Might well throw in the towel
Primo Ry KC on speed dial
Make em leave town
That boy exiled
From acting hostile
Clear the scene like a cleaned the aisle
Meanwhile That boy Ry just beat trail
For my guys no looking back run 2000 miles
Take ya shit like a swapped a file
Me and my niggas we balling out
See You steady fouling what's the talk about
Ya niggas reaching feening for some clout
Need some dope, call me during the drought
You ain't get the report Better call the scout
Not dj unk you better walk it out
If it ain't money what's to talk about
Ya niggas losing off self doubt
Not seeing chicken so you gonna pout
Niggas tried to hop me but I'm not a turnstile
See ya volume high you'll get turnt down
You'll get shook down this my playground
Shut ya block down that's a touchdown
Catch you out in traffic now it's a showdown
Score a light 40 like AI at Georgetown
Have ya block looking like a ghost town
Don't work for ups but a Nigga be packing it
Hop in the booth and a nigga start blacking out
Chasing the bag all over the map now
In philly getting to it like a cash cow
You could get hit if yo don't know how to act
She feel a connection like WiFi
She want red lobster but i took her to Popeyes
Look for that pressure than i apply
Get cooked like a burger and fries
I ain't talking five guys
But my Five guys
Serve food like a butler
Balling like jimmy
But i ain't talking butler
For my guys
I'll crawl again through the gutta
Boss not a middle man or a runner
Learned how to take a loss and bounce back from another
Shooting shots like Dame Lillard on the Thunder
Heart stone cold, hit myself with a stunner
Heard I'm a stain when you see me on site
I see you in my sights it's no questions imma hit you this smite
Like thugger I'm a thief in the night
I could change the altitude
When I'm High as a kite
And Like this All black breitlang
I'm gon shine in the night
And it's no love lost
Niggas gon ride on each other
Niggas gon fire on each other
But I'm not stressing
Me and guys switching states for summer
New plates for the winter
Don't got time for sinning
No more Ls my team winning
Running up the digits
Leave it ya to front with the midgets
Try my team leave you fishing
Or have you burning
Make you step into a clinic
These niggas they know I'm winning
Reason why they grinning and tripping
I just be sipping and chilling
Stack my chips to the ceiling
Or as tall as a building stack till i hit a million
Flip that million to a billion
In Brazil f*cking on Brazilians
He try to front we make em dip like a chi
When we see the opposition we gon hit em in his lip
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
I ain't talking Chris brown but he gon run it
Ain't gherbo Ry gon up it
F*ck it pass the grip imma up it
Load my .40 before i ever load the bit up
Never need a stylist for the fit bruh
Balling out niggas reaching for some clout
Need some dope, call me during the drought
You ain't get the report well Better call the scout
Not dj unk nigga you better walk it out
I'm in the ring raising hell
No DQs I'm grabbing the chair
Cracking his head and pinning him down
I'm winning the match
Might well throw in the towel
Primo Ry KC on speed dial
Make em leave town
That boy exiled
From acting hostile
Clear the scene like a cleaned the aisle
Meanwhile That boy Ry just beat trail
For my guys no looking back run 2000 miles
Take ya shit like a swapped a file
Me and my niggas we balling out
See You steady fouling what's the talk about
Ya niggas reaching feening for some clout
Need some dope, call me during the drought
You ain't get the report Better call the scout
Not dj unk you better walk it out
If it ain't money what's to talk about
Ya niggas losing off self doubt
Not seeing chicken so you gonna pout
Niggas tried to hop me but I'm not a turnstile
See ya volume high you'll get turnt down
You'll get shook down this my playground
Shut ya block down that's a touchdown
Catch you out in traffic now it's a showdown
Score a light 40 like AI at Georgetown
Have ya block looking like a ghost town
Don't work for ups but a Nigga be packing it
Hop in the booth and a nigga start blacking out
Chasing the bag all over the map now
In philly getting to it like a cash cow
You could get hit if yo don't know how to act
She feel a connection like WiFi
She want red lobster but i took her to Popeyes
Look for that pressure than i apply
Get cooked like a burger and fries
I ain't talking five guys
But my Five guys
Serve food like a butler
Balling like jimmy
But i ain't talking butler
For my guys
I'll crawl again through the gutta
Boss not a middle man or a runner
Learned how to take a loss and bounce back from another
Shooting shots like Dame Lillard on the Thunder
Heart stone cold, hit myself with a stunner
Heard I'm a stain when you see me on site
I see you in my sights it's no questions imma hit you this smite
Like thugger I'm a thief in the night
I could change the altitude
When I'm High as a kite
And Like this All black breitlang
I'm gon shine in the night
And it's no love lost
Niggas gon ride on each other
Niggas gon fire on each other
But I'm not stressing
Me and guys switching states for summer
New plates for the winter
Don't got time for sinning
No more Ls my team winning
Running up the digits
Leave it ya to front with the midgets
Try my team leave you fishing
Or have you burning
Make you step into a clinic
These niggas they know I'm winning
Reason why they grinning and tripping
I just be sipping and chilling
Stack my chips to the ceiling
Or as tall as a building stack till i hit a million
Flip that million to a billion
In Brazil f*cking on Brazilians
He try to front we make em dip like a chi
When we see the opposition we gon hit em in his lip
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
I ain't talking Chris brown but he gon run it
Ain't gherbo Ry gon up it
F*ck it pass the grip imma up it
Load my .40 before i ever load the bit up
Never need a stylist for the fit bruh
Balling out niggas reaching for some clout
Need some dope, call me during the drought
You ain't get the report well Better call the scout
Not dj unk nigga you better walk it out
Writer: Jamal Huger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid