album cover
Hell
2,004
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hell fue lanzado el 4 de abril de 2025 por Great Day Records/Santa Anna como parte del álbum Here to Stay
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento4 de abril de 2025
Sello discográficoGreat Day Records/Santa Anna
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM77

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
FattMack
FattMack
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Mckenzie Haynes
Mckenzie Haynes
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Cashmoney AP
Cashmoney AP
Producción
Dylan Hyde
Dylan Hyde
Producción
SMO
SMO
Producción
Trevor James
Trevor James
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

(AP)
(CashMoneyAP)
(Yur, was goin' on with ya brother?)
Twin
(I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)
(Time to make your name in the industry)
Appreciate that, my ****, I love you
I ain't did shit yet, I'm 'Here to Stay'
(Before these **** was opps, they was fans)
(Love you too, brother)
(On my mama, don't forget that)
(Fatt)
****, I'm geeked off this Molly
Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party
When a **** get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley
****, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help
I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up
Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else
Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)
I asked my pastor, "If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?"
These **** hos, they copin' pleas soon as they go to jail
How the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin'
Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the gen, and come beat your ass I know you scared
Yeah, and who really gettin' money and steppin' on shit? Only time gon' tell in the end
Know a **** who pushin' shit under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen'
I'm gon' stay on his block for months and go take me a shot and do it again
I grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him
Don't give a fuck about this money, these **** be bums, and I'm nothin' like them
And before they was opps, man, these **** was fans, you kill 'em, I got ten bands
I went big, on big, while you **** was playin', look at all this money I ran up
**** hop on the 'net, with a whole lot of TEC
When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'
When we kick in yo' shit in, we gon' leave yo' ass dead, so might as well not say nothin'
****, I'm geeked off this Molly
Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party
When a **** get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley
****, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help
I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up
Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else
Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)
I asked my pastor, "If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?"
Written by: Mckenzie Haynes
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...