Hell Rell Major Distribution Freestyle Lyrics

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
f*ck 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
Conversation short but the clip is extended
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