HELL USA by Aaronya Lyrics
[Verse 1]
On the block Smith 53 where a nigga lived
As a kid told myself that o would never touch a cig
22 I’m in Brian’s crib smoking on a pack
It was me Georgie and Devonte working in the trap
We would rap 20 songs a night on a broken mic
I told niggas I would make it and I put that on my life
Jesus Christ damn this nigga nice what them niggas say
It’s all good with this rapping shit but stay up out my way
USA has station copping lucies with the team
Papi thought that we were young he tried to give us 2 for 3
I’ll be damned if I let Ali Baba play me like a fiend
We ain’t have no blue face hundreds we were out here chasing green
Had a pair of Jordan bunnies they were splitting at the seams
We were smoking black and milds we were out here chasing green
Bitches tried to infiltrate we were tighter than their jeans
Niggas tried to infiltrate all they seen was triple beams
Welcome to hell USA hell USA
You ain’t got no fucking money better make your own way
You ain’t got no trap money then you better fucking pray
Cause the wolves are always hungry and you looking like some prey dog
[Verse 2]
Put a 30 pack on a niggas head
If a nigga front than a nigga dead
See the same bitch that you niggas wed
Is the same hoe giving niggas head
Man my bitch she mighty fine
Fuck that bitch like 20 times
Eat skittles so when I cum
She can taste the rainbow when we 69
She ride the dick like a Kawasaki and she call me papi when she hit the spot
Young nigga when I hit the block
Young chef when I hit the pot
Young Kobe when I shoot my shot
Swear to god that I never miss
Gotta pass it to the bro
Lonzo Ball with the assist
Hell USA
[Joey Alves Verse]
Yellow diamonds that's on the wrist
Got a home in Cuba bankroll in Switz
Know a couple Kanan's always roll wit blicks
Face painted like they roll with Kiss
You American niggas make you Swiss
Barbarian niggas make you bitch
Girl staring man niggas take your bitch
I sware again man these niggas pissed
Won't father you
Baby bottle or coddle you
I just do what I gotta do
Copped the nine eleven that's Sonic blue
So clock my speed
Ain't no running pass me
I'm a quarter pass three
Yeah a nigga OD I
On the block Smith 53 where a nigga lived
As a kid told myself that o would never touch a cig
22 I’m in Brian’s crib smoking on a pack
It was me Georgie and Devonte working in the trap
We would rap 20 songs a night on a broken mic
I told niggas I would make it and I put that on my life
Jesus Christ damn this nigga nice what them niggas say
It’s all good with this rapping shit but stay up out my way
USA has station copping lucies with the team
Papi thought that we were young he tried to give us 2 for 3
I’ll be damned if I let Ali Baba play me like a fiend
We ain’t have no blue face hundreds we were out here chasing green
Had a pair of Jordan bunnies they were splitting at the seams
We were smoking black and milds we were out here chasing green
Bitches tried to infiltrate we were tighter than their jeans
Niggas tried to infiltrate all they seen was triple beams
Welcome to hell USA hell USA
You ain’t got no fucking money better make your own way
You ain’t got no trap money then you better fucking pray
Cause the wolves are always hungry and you looking like some prey dog
[Verse 2]
Put a 30 pack on a niggas head
If a nigga front than a nigga dead
See the same bitch that you niggas wed
Is the same hoe giving niggas head
Man my bitch she mighty fine
Fuck that bitch like 20 times
Eat skittles so when I cum
She can taste the rainbow when we 69
She ride the dick like a Kawasaki and she call me papi when she hit the spot
Young nigga when I hit the block
Young chef when I hit the pot
Young Kobe when I shoot my shot
Swear to god that I never miss
Gotta pass it to the bro
Lonzo Ball with the assist
Hell USA
[Joey Alves Verse]
Yellow diamonds that's on the wrist
Got a home in Cuba bankroll in Switz
Know a couple Kanan's always roll wit blicks
Face painted like they roll with Kiss
You American niggas make you Swiss
Barbarian niggas make you bitch
Girl staring man niggas take your bitch
I sware again man these niggas pissed
Won't father you
Baby bottle or coddle you
I just do what I gotta do
Copped the nine eleven that's Sonic blue
So clock my speed
Ain't no running pass me
I'm a quarter pass three
Yeah a nigga OD I