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 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 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