Hella Illy

I be too ill nigga

In the field give a fuck how you feel nigga

Young honey that's a real spitter

Bitch run know she done when the wheels get her, uh

Steel triggers, my bill's bigger

If you see me with a bitch then I kill with her

And I cut off all them fake hoes they still bitter

So I'm takin' all their money, I'm a bill quitter

Hell, speed up

Nigga re-up then we reload

You wouldn't understand cause you ain't grow up on the east coast

Can't shake no hand I'm tryna keep close, I keep close

You with the little banked broke hoes on sleep mode

I ain't waitin' on the sun to get up

I ain't watin' like a fool for the sun to get up

With some bitches who won't hesitate to gun up the truck

And get to bangin' on the necks then put one in the gut

Now throw it up

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Gon' give it to the sky tuck ya hella millis

Neck froze wrist rose nigga hella chilly

I can tell that you fake cause I'm hella really

If I'm ridin' with a bitch know she hella illy [x5]

Hella illy, Hella hella illy uh

Hella illy, Hella hella illy uh

If I'm ridin' with a bitch know she hella illy

If I'm ridin' with a bitch then she hella illy

I drank all night and I'm still buzzin'

Now my ex tryna call me like we still fuckin'

People tellin' me my old shit's still bumpin'

So at a show what he done and he still jumpin'

Illy, I'm really ill

If I say a bitch realy, I really will

I ain't never murdered no one but I really kill

Test me and Imma show I'm made of really steel

Don't get too smart

Rich bitch I was raised with a true heart

Bitches talkin' but the story always two parts

They can't tell whats on my mind cause it's too dark

You ain't even got time my shooters too sharp

You ain't ballin' you a club in the cubicle

I'm 'bout money I ain't tryna be beautiful

I fuckin' smell like money on my cuticles

I told my bitches play this shit at my funeral, ho

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