Zayy Marcel - Hell's Angels Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Shout out Yo Gotti on this one
I'm just standing in the kitchen
Over the stove just water whippin'
Mixing soda with the yola (Yeah)
Bet I can show you how to get some moving
Niggas wanting smoke, you only get it if you putting in
Lurking on the west, I hold that K, bro holding F.N
Painting shit for hours, I ain't never been no minute man (I ain't never)
One man army, I don't f*ck with y'all, don't got that many friends (Turn up)
We hit his block up once, that bitch ain't die, so f*ck it spin again (Yeah)
Y'all done let the pussies clique with pussies, f*ckin' lesbians (Yeah)
Ran out of Patron, I'm out my body, pass that Remy then
Switches on them sticks, they go to full auto from semi then (Yeah)
Pop out like Pooh Shiesty, when I mask up in that sprinter van
Niggas know too much, you got some info? shit then fill me in
The one's who hate me most is always one's I'm doing better than (How that work?)
Made a lot of racks OT, I'm worth too much to give a damn (Yeah)
I can make a bitch do some shit like Boosie
Left hand steer, right hand on the coochie
Her head game dumb, make a nigga go stupid
Said you gone kill who? Well nigga come do it
Pussy upped pole but he too scared to shoot it
Pass me the Drac, lil nigga I'll use it
Extended clips long as hell, like a movie
Got the drop where they play, gone get they whole crew lit
She said come thru 'cause she know I will
Sex hit different when I'm off that pill
She start taking pics, I'm like hoe chill
We ain't that deep yet, bitch what's yo deal?
Don't sell me no red, if that shit ain't sealed
Know I keep mines with me, I ain't got no fear
You front yo move, that's the wrong idea
Don't wolf on the net then get caught in the field
17 chops in the crib, it's a gun show
K kickback, RIP when that gun blow
Gang or no gang, I ain't got shit to run for
Put him in this wood, but nigga I don't smoke
Pussy so wet, dive in with a poncho
Knocked down three already, need one more
Tug on her hair when it's down like Repunzel
Dick to her throat, bet bread she gone choke (NLE)
Yeah, yeah
And I remember all them times (That's that Shotta Flow, yeah, yeah)
Relying on them food lines (Yeah, yeah)
Dodging red and blue lights (Yeah, yeah)
Promise we gone be alright (Yeah)
We gone be alright (Yeah)
Promise we gone be alright (Yeah)
Promise we gone be alright (Yeah)
Promise we gone be alright
Look, I ain't never been to jail
Been in shit, I'd never tell
You goofy nigga, Dave Chappel
Post yo shit, keep mine concealed
Y'all be smooth, we step for real
Banana clip, skrrrt out and peel (Skrrt)
She tripping off like half a pill
I Triumph like Bonneville
I'm just standing in the kitchen
Over the stove just water whippin'
Mixing soda with the yola
Bet I can show you how to get some moving
It's Zayy
It's Zayy
Chosen