HELLS KITCHEN

[Intro: BeezyB]
(Jay motherfucking $plash)
Yeah, Beezy

[Chorus: BeezyB]
I'm real high rank and I move like lieutenants
He just got stripped for his pendant
No Master P but I ain't got no limit
Niggas want smoke, then they getting friction
My gun be hot, damn, I need a mitten
I'm cooking that dope like I'm in Hell's Kitchen
You know I went shopping I fucked up bread
[?] now I feel like Krillin

[Verse 1: Slimesito & Sn8ke]
Them chops start beating and you know its hittin'
[?]
Start hitting switches, nigga, 'til it's glitchin'
Them bodies start droppin', now they need forensics
Im GTA life but I dont fail no missions
Im taxing for the bag I'm serving that ticket
Try and run in there, I pop his ass like he Ricky
Ain't never lacking, no, I stay with that blicky
Twin with me and he murder for Benjis
Im on that drop and it fuck up my kindey
I hit the block and slide in that Trackhawk Jeep, bitch, this not no damn Hemi
We having them Ps and we having that powder
Feel like Ye cause I'm having some Power
Back in high school I was selling that sour
Spend a K on these Rick Owen trousers

[Verse 2: BeezyB]
I'm real high rank and I move like lieutenants
He just got stripped for his pendant
No Master P but I ain't got no limit
Niggas want smoke, then they getting friction
My gun be hot, damn, I need a mitten
I'm cooking that dope like I'm in Hell's Kitchen
You know I went shopping I fucked up bread
[?] now I feel like Krillin