Yvng Juicy - HELL & BACK Lyrics

I done took my girl to hell and back and she was thankful
I think she might only be with me because my bankrolls
Do you think that you was meant for me like was this fateful
Yeah, I just, called that, teller, get that bank closed
We gon start it up
Yeah bitch is this hot enough?
Yeah Cause I can get hotter bruh
Bitch put that key in start it up
That boy demon not wit us
Yeah f*ck them G's they not wit us
Crush em' crush em' yeah I turn that chain you got to cobble dust
Yeah who the f*ck want smoke with us we wet em' up can't start the flame
Yeah you wanna start some joke wit us might run it up then pop ya brain
You ain't got no diamonds bruh might snatch it up, that's not your chain
I'm Killing shit and I'm 17 that's under 21 but I'm Slaughter Gang
My choppa instant death nigga
Yall music sound like deaf niggas
F*ck it tho we turn it up so damn loud we might be going deaf with ya
I don't even fire once imma keep it snapping till I get the best picture
Heard you riding with your shorty, don't discriminate cause she can get a vest with ya
Yeah she can take the shells with ya
Damn She can ring the bell with ya
Yeah she can carry glocks, she can hold the knock, she can go to hell with ya
I can see she fell with ya
I can see yall fell out the picture
I done broke the scale f*ck the richter
I don't give a damn I'm the victor
I don't give a damn if you miss her
Green tip and beam I won't miss her
Talking bout the green imma get some
Talking bout the bean imma sip some
All this f*cking lean in my system
She can give brain though she big dumb
Why you niggas acting like the victim
What's that on the whopper? It's a big drum
(Grah, grah,) it's a big drum
Yeah I don't switch it, it's an automatic
Red light, know we caught him at it
Didn't want it but I got him tragic
Yall some fed niggas where the f*ck the badge at?
I'm a pretty nigga, where my beauty pageant?
( yeah, yeah) Yeah get the forty out and go go gadget!
Blow, blow, blow, blow at jit
Where you go? I thought your bro had it?
Word my shorty she is so bad bitch
Stuffed pockets I'm the dough magnet
Yall been upping shit yall the flow bandits
On the meds I don't need no bandage
Big snitch call your bro Candace
Brick by brick no Kansas
F*ck your ten toes, your bro vanished
I don't listen, tell your hoe can it
I might pull up with a whole cannon
When I pull up know that hoe ran it
If he taking get your bro banished
I can take it but I don't stand it
I done took my girl to hell and back and she was thankful
Yeah, Now I think that she might be with me just cause my bankrolls
Hoe do you think you was meant for me like was this fateful
I just hit that teller tell him you should get this bank closed like damn!
(Grah, Grah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah)
(Yeah, Aye)