Hell Naw

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I running with the shit?

Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right my nigga

Ever gonnna quit? (Hell naw)

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit? (Hell naw)

Hell naw

Am I running with the shit (I really am)

Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right

I’m making music for niggas in suits and ties

They all got a money and evil smiles

That’s ending conversations with the “I’ll let my people call your people” line

I rap for the ones still in highschool

Probably my age and they think I’m cool

For the little ones calling me uncle

Shit you know I do it for the dimes too

I’m trying to find out where my mind at

I don’t think I’m crazy, I’m beyond that

Every girl I’m with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé

And I’m the jiggy Jigga, yeah I’m on that

There’s not a thing I hate more than a contract

I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to play Mortal Kombat

I’m too wavy like a format

I could really bring it to your doormat

I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king, uh-uh, no man

I’m the leader now just get behind me

You know you like my shit, you can’t deny it

Bro, I came up like boom, boom, boom, dead silence

Someone get the bodies, get the bodies

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I running with the shit?

Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right my nigga

Ever gonna quit? (Hell naw)

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit? (Hell naw)

Hell naw

Am I running with the shit? (I really am)

Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story

The fake ones always wanna write it for me

I never wanted to rain on your parade

I started doing all of this for some white Jordans

Now I made it, clear to the store manager nigga I want the shit delivered to me

It’s like all the niggas that you all praise are just some other niggas to me

And dumbing down is a motherfucking mission for me

I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me

I make all of my women look into a mirror for me

And then I tell ‘em would you please pack a pillow for me

Ah nigga would you please cry a river for me

Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me

Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me?

If you hate me then why do you login Twitter for me?

Alright isn’t this a bitch though?

A short nigga came and hit a swish hoe

I’m doing everyday and night shift

Just to get it ‘cause you ain’t really hot until your wrist cold

Can somebody order me some chill though

I really never ever had to chill bro

But I’m giving everybody chills

Nigga chill, chill, chill

Can somebody get the window

Damn can somebody get the window

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I running with the shit?

Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right my nigga

Ever gonna quit? (Hell naw)

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit? (Hell naw)

Hell naw

Am I running with the shit? (I really am)

Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch

You know you right my nigga

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame

I told ‘em as a youngin they would know the name

You should pull up to the hotel man it’s so insane

I’m kicking bitches out the trap house like I’m Tory Lanez

Look at, look at all the hurdles that I overcame

I told ‘em as a youngin they would know the name

You should pull up to the hotel shit is so insane

I’m kicking bitches out the trap house like I’m Tory Lanez

Yeah I like my girls high like standards

They gotta pop like Jackson

They gotta be above average

They gotta take the dick like chances

You know you with it, with your friends that don’t know Jesus

And that ass thick as thieves

I’m just Adam trying to eat the apple bottom off Eve

I’m trying to inspire man, do it for the youth

So Imma cop a whip and say, hell naw to the roof

Hell naw to the ceilings, fuck limits

This ain’t that kitty flow so I can’t have you ducks in it

I’m married to the hustle man, I’m stuck with it

It’s bad hair season nigga, fuck with it