[ Featuring Zaytoven, Trauma Tone ]
Y'all know we do this shit for the hell of it, man
That lil' shit ain't nothin', man
Go get the APs just for the hell of it
Go get the Rolls just for the hell of it
Yeah
(Zaytoven)
(Trauma Tone)
I'ma turn up on niggas just for the hell of it
Go splurge in Louis just for the hell of it
Go two hundred in this whip for the hell of it
F*ckin' on bad bitches just for the hell of it
You need twenty bags, dare a nigga say that
I told my niggas crash, they told me, "Bet, say that"
Bouncin' in the truck, the model a Maybach
My opps been hidin' when I see 'em, it's payback
Threw a ten at Stroker just for the hell of it
Threw a ten at Pino's just for the hell of it
Facetime-ing, we don't do the text messages
Keep a blower, boy, that shit a necessity
Only want the flame, my weed tastin' tropical
Beige Prada shirt, my drip is phenomenal
Gave her extra, that was just for the hell of it
Took her shoppin', that was just for the hell of it
Surf street, nigga, stick it to the code
Had a real hard came up on a rocky road
Real ape nigga in my habitat, made the Glock rat-a-tat
Took a trip to the West Coast and brought grass back
Never keep work where your stash at
Never tell the dirty-ass ho where your bag at
Never tell the hatin'-ass nigga where you live at
When I catch so-and-so, I'ma get some get back
Oh, no, exclusive Louis fit where you get that
That ho you stressin' 'bout, boy, I already hit that
That car you stressin' 'bout, boy, I already drove that
F*ck a rap, nigga, we gon' show up where his shows at
They be talkin' nine-seven, where the f*ck the shows at?
Take a bitch, nigga, five years, let me hold that
Blind servin' money, I can give a nigga mowed down
Independent with it, I ain't never need Motown
Every time you see me, boy, them killers in the background
My girl kissed my forehead and told me, 'Bae, calm down'
I'ma give 'em samples if they want 'em, they can sit down
I'ma make examples, I'ma come and lay the law down
Real dark, nigga, I should probably eat raw meat
Ridin' with the smackers and I'm sittin' in the back seat
Twenty-five plugs, I got income streams
I was sellin' bags 'fore I ever had streams
Let's go
I'ma turn up on niggas just for the hell of it
Go splurge in Louis just for the hell of it
Go two hundred in this whip for the hell of it
F*ckin' on bad bitches just for the hell of it
You need twenty bags, dare a nigga say that
I told my niggas crash, they told me, "Bet, say that"
Bouncin' in the truck, the model a Maybach
My opps been hidin' when I see 'em, it's payback
Threw a ten at Stroker just for the hell of it
Threw a ten at Pino's just for the hell of it
Facetime-ing, we don't do the text messages
Keep a blower, boy, that shit a necessity
Only want the flame, my weed tastin' tropical
Beige Prada shirt, my drip is phenomenal
Gave her extra, that was just for the hell of it
Took her shoppin', that was just for the hell of it
