Hell Yeah Lyrics – OMB Peezy

Hell Yeah Lyrics latest song by OMB Peezy feat. Tee Grizzley. The Lyrics were written by LeParis Dade and Terry Wallace and Produced by Cellari, OG Parker, and Romano

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Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil’ freak b*tch wanna walk in with me ’cause they ain’t pick up her baggage
She trippin’
Wonder why all the real n*ggas keep dyin’ ’cause these f*ck n*ggas missing
And that’s why I ain’t tryna pick none of these lil’ hoes ’cause these f*ck n*ggas dicking
Look, hell yeah, b*tch, you f*ckin’ right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain’t got time to fight, got a lil’ hitter with me
Look, f*ck no, can’t fall for the trick, b*tch, you fake independent
F*ck no, won’t hop in the game unless I’m tryna win it

I can’t sleep at all when I’m deep in beef, I gotta clear that shit
Can’t get set up at all, you set me up, then I gotta kill that b*tch
Dreaded up, I should get some wicks
Gon’ murk you and whoever you with
And can’t everybody go with me
When I’m goin’ to hit a lick, yeah
Yeah, I might leave some shit there
I come from the bricks, yeah
You just come to give me head
You ain’t layin’ in my bed
Get that top, then hit the road
No, I can’t go up the road
I’ll never sell my soul
Done seen lot of n*ggas fold
Seen a lot of n*ggas change
When they get behind them chains
They say they f*ckin’ mama name
Just not to be the one to blame
You know you better have some motherf*ckin’ aim, boy
‘Cause them lil’ n*ggas, they can’t wait to bust your brain, boy, yeah

Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil’ freak b*tch wanna walk in with me ’cause they ain’t pick up her baggage
She trippin’
Wonder why all the real n*ggas keep dyin’ ’cause these f*ck n*ggas missing
And that’s why I ain’t tryna pick none of these lil’ hoes ’cause these f*ck n*ggas dicking
Look, hell yeah, b*tch, you f*ckin’ right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain’t got time to fight, got a lil’ hitter with me
Look, f*ck no, can’t fall for the trick, b*tch, you fake independent
F*ck no, won’t hop in the game unless I’m tryna win it (Oh, yeah)

Question asked, we shh, shh
Catch ’em slippin’, frrt, frrt
Shoot it ’til it click, click
N*ggas really b*tches
Play, we gon’ f*ck up your day and post outside your mama house
Slide for me, I’ll slide for you, you go to jail, I’ll bond you out (We get you out of there)
These n*ggas know who not to f*ck with, we be clutchin’ buttons (Brrt)
These n*ggas, they got me disgusted, way too much dick suckin’ (Hoes)
These b*tches know they can’t get nothin’ but a hard time
You see how these pointers shine, b*tch, that come from hard grind
Still trappin’, still active, can’t help it, that’s how we live
Can’t f*ck with you if you ratted, free my n*ggas doin’ bids (Real)
Get the addy, we gon’ catch ’em, killers gon’ ride past his crib
Call the AR girl fight, them chopper shots knock off his wig

Look, upscale hotel, I just walked in with a ratchet
And lil’ freak b*tch wanna walk in with me ’cause they ain’t pick up her baggage
She trippin’
Wonder why all the real n*ggas keep dyin’ ’cause these f*ck n*ggas missing
And that’s why I ain’t tryna pick none of these lil’ hoes ’cause these f*ck n*ggas dicking
Look, hell yeah, b*tch, you f*ckin’ right I got my pistol with me
Hell yeah, we ain’t got time to fight, got a lil’ hitter with me
Look, f*ck no, can’t fall for the trick, b*tch, you fake independent
F*ck no, won’t hop in the game unless I’m tryna win it