Been 2 Hell & Back

Ayy, yuh, uh, yeah, ayy

Ayy, I see dead people when I'm walkin' outside

I was raised to be on my s**t, stay ten toes, what?

Ayy, I see dead people when I'm walkin' outside

I was raised to be on my s**t, stay ten toes outside

Like is you really down to ride? Don't think you live this life

I could walk to Hell and back and know I'd be alright

I told my dog to watch my back, 'cause him and I, we can't lack

Keep it silent when I'm walking, I stop tweakin' with the flats

And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap

Down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that

Usain Bolt to the guap, fold flat, Hurricane Chris my fist

Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ayy

Beans got me geeking, s**t, I bit down on my cheek, ayy

Pulled up in that Royce like who that?

They like "S**t, it's Weef" ayy

Long way just from trappin' out your mommy's, s**t, I see, ayy

30 on the bezel, damn, like yeah that's just the piece, ayy

I can't **** no hoes, that ***** contagious like a sneeze, ayy

Blow pounds on the gas and outta space, you know my steez, ayy

Blow pounds on the- mm, ayy

You can't drag my dirt through my carpet

Blowin' smoke like a rocket

Pop this ain't no oxy, tell the dead, "I'm sorry"

Probably where them knots be, fly like Matt Hardy

I pour six inside my eight, me and Death, we got no fate

How you show up? This a hold up

They can't hold me from my glo up

When these ***** ****** gon' grow up?

Up that five, you gon' throw up, uh

Tweakin' off brick like molly

Ridin' with a ***** named Molly, Holly

Is that Rich Gang s**t? Hardly

Pour the high tech for quali'

Ayy, I see dead people when I'm walkin' outside

I was raised to be on my s**t, stay ten toes outside

Like is you really down to ride? Don't think you live this life

I could walk to Hell and back and know I'd be alright

I told my dog to watch my back, 'cause him and I, we can't lack

Keep it silent when I'm walkin', I stop tweakin' with the flats

And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap

Down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that

Usain Bolt to the guap, fold flat, Hurricane Chris my fist

Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ayy

Beans got me geeking, s**t, I bit down on my cheek, ayy

Pulled up in that Royce like who that?

They like "S**t, it's Weef" ayy

Long way just from trappin' out your mommy's, s**t, I see, ayy

30 on the bezel, damn, like yeah that's just the piece, ayy

I can't **** no hoes, that ***** contagious like a sneeze, ayy

Blow pounds on the gas and outta space, you know my steez, ayy

Blow pounds on the- mm, uh, done