Hell Rell - Major Distribution Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Try to sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more

I got five choppers laying right there on the bedroom floor

Niggas looking for a come up, not all real

Fuck around and get hit with a shotgun shell

You can lock me up, Your Honor, I got my bell

Right here in my left pocket, these niggas need to stop it

When we talking money these lames change the topic

I just bought a missile and I’m waiting on a rocket, boy

I’m sick in the kitchen, sick with the pan

Met a nigga dying of cancer, I’m sicker than him

When them new cools drop it, dealer hit me up

These niggas is falling off, my niggas living it up

See, all this getting money and stunting it ain’t new to me

What you think you’re fooling me with this fake jewelry?

Who told you to put on that nasty shit?

Meanwhile a nigga ring cost a half of brick

Got word, got the dope, got the powder

Get you knocked off five racks are turning sour

Life kinda cheap around here so stop acting expensive

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Everything sucking niggas get raw

You ain’t there, come to the hospital or finish the job

Every month niggas need new taste

Switching up cars, duplex condos, switching up broads

Time to apply pressure, Porsche? Ride better

Sweater? … Rolly? Sky-Dweller

Shit, we’re ‘bout to take it to the top

Till all them street niggas rugga did it for the block

Please sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more

I got five choppers lying right there on the bedroom floor