Hell Rell - Untouchable lyrics

rate me

You keep calling my homie

Need to check your bitch

Rollies don’t tick you need to check your wrist

Niggas be hating, I just look pass it

Ball on these niggas like I just got drafted

I wear that louie nigga, please fill up my cup

I need some chicken heads, I’m tryina fill up my truck

Take em back to the condo, make em all get naked

This a million dollar grind and all the gangster respect it

I ain’t wanna pop him, but I did it for the team

Fuck a shooting range, I got an infrared beam

You could run all day, I ain’t missin my target

Ain’t gotta be in the projects, my dope flippin regardless

Talking shit on twitter, got the scoop where you live

Caught em coming out the crib, choppa tore up his ribs

Playing with yoru nose, homie we got that candy

And that panorama, go make her drop her panties

Now fuck this rap shit, got a brick of dope in my house

On some real shit, we the ones that slow up the drought

Man she sell the pussy, I’d rather go in her mouth

I’m so trill nigga,but ain’t no gold in my mouth

Need to take care of your bitch man, she out there sellin avon

Hunned niggas with hoodies, yeah we mobbin for traevon

I don’t see these niggas and I ain’t even got shades on

Don’t wanna be these niggas , they saving hoes with they capes on

Yeah, ah, we get a mill then we move em out

Drop a duffle on the dealer then I’m cruising out

Paper plates like I’m cooking out

Nigga you never in the spot,

You was looking out

Yeah, now let’s get back to this real shit

Tell the label they need to restructure the deal quick

I need another million, we in the fucking building

We killin every nigga, but no women, no children

Shit, call it what you want, but don’t call it broke

When you racked up, they laugh at all your jokes

When you’re broke, nobody picks up your phone calls

That’s why, all I know is ball.