hell sent by tropes Lyrics
[Chorus]
Boy, boy
Get the fuck out my name with your face
What the fuck your issue, man? I don't see what you chase
In a stolen car, yeah, I be rockin' stolen plates
It's a match up of the ages, heaven-sent
There's a monster eatin' all the denizens
You take too long and everybody dead
Red-Red-Red-Red the color out he bled
[Verse 1]
I can't talk, you can talk to me instead
All you want, sip the Wock' until you dead
Call me up, I'm too busy with the bread
I'm savant, thеy won't get inside my head now
Yеah, I won't let you fuckin' in now
Yeah, we ain't forget, we know just what you did, yeah
Yeah, look at me and take a picture
Yeah, move you out, but you cannot take a picture
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I run up paper, get rich, yeah, I can give fuck 'bout a bitch
Go ahead, put your plan in action, tell her to get off my dick
Get hit on my major list
Yeah, you can meet me on Viburnum, we can handle this
But you messed up, miss your checkup
Think you next up, I'm the best, ah
And you can't text now, I tote a Wesson
And he won't let up, you can't take my brain, yeah
[Chorus]
Boy, boy
Get the fuck out my name with your face
What the fuck your issue, man? I don't see what you chase
In a stolen car, yeah, I be rockin' stolen plates
It's a match up of the ages, heaven-sent
There's a monster eatin' all the denizens
You take too long and everybody dead
Red-Red-Red-Red the color out he bled
Boy, boy
Get the fuck out my name with your face
What the fuck your issue, man? I don't see what you chase
In a stolen car, yeah, I be rockin' stolen plates
It's a match up of the ages, heaven-sent
There's a monster eatin' all the denizens
You take too long and everybody dead
Red-Red-Red-Red the color out he bled
[Verse 1]
I can't talk, you can talk to me instead
All you want, sip the Wock' until you dead
Call me up, I'm too busy with the bread
I'm savant, thеy won't get inside my head now
Yеah, I won't let you fuckin' in now
Yeah, we ain't forget, we know just what you did, yeah
Yeah, look at me and take a picture
Yeah, move you out, but you cannot take a picture
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I run up paper, get rich, yeah, I can give fuck 'bout a bitch
Go ahead, put your plan in action, tell her to get off my dick
Get hit on my major list
Yeah, you can meet me on Viburnum, we can handle this
But you messed up, miss your checkup
Think you next up, I'm the best, ah
And you can't text now, I tote a Wesson
And he won't let up, you can't take my brain, yeah
[Chorus]
Boy, boy
Get the fuck out my name with your face
What the fuck your issue, man? I don't see what you chase
In a stolen car, yeah, I be rockin' stolen plates
It's a match up of the ages, heaven-sent
There's a monster eatin' all the denizens
You take too long and everybody dead
Red-Red-Red-Red the color out he bled