Damn, Brandon
[Hook]
Ay, give 'em Hell
Damn, give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I love Jesus Christ, but I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I wanna go to Heaven, but I'm about to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
I'm 'bout to give 'em Hell
[Verse One]
Free Lil' Hollywood
They just gave my brother 40 huh
God bless Lil Manman cause he walked 'round with the 40
Hope a n***a don't try, he gon' give a n***a 20, hold up
Goddam why the judge give my n***a 20?
I like eatin' good, I like eatin' hibachi
Wnen I get my d**, get my d** for the dirt cheap
All my n***as good, they don't never ask for nothin'
All these n***as takin' partner pictures, man they frontin'
I don't parley with frienemies... Or enemies
n***a don't try to belittle me, I'm at Wimbledon
Serena and Venus they chillin' with me, for real though
All my n***as gettin' money, all yo' n***as need to chill though
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
R.I.P. my momma that's the queen of Atlanta, hey
God bless Lil Mic cause he got 50 in the hammer, hey
Hope a n***a don't try, he gon' give him half a hunna
We just let the window down, they just got the runnin'
Did you pick up all your shells?
They got lil' partner but he got bail
I guarantee that he won't tell
But if he do... Pew-pew-pew, oh well
I won't lie to save my life
Rappers lyin' they ain't right
Lil n***as they imitate
Imagine if the real were fake
[Hook]
Damn, Brandon