What the Hell

Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh I am just a shooter shawty, I hang out with shooters shawty Put you in the torture rack, call me Lex Luger shawty You can call me Jason or you call me Freddy Krueger shawty 40 Just to beat the charge, a 50 for the after party Gucci Mane's the shooter boss, no not a producer shawty 80 Goons on your ass like some barracudas shawty Young ass nigga with a mouth full of gold Bitches know I'm rich as fuck Dumb ass nigga with a mouth full of hate Grab my K and chop him up Still fucking 10 bitches a day Like I'm a pornographer Gucci Mane La Flacka can't even see your zip you had binoculars Ice is bath water, you call it tap water Call your girlfriend Tabitha Everybody grabbing her, everybody stabbing her Sucking on us like Dracula Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh Mid grade, mid grade Been selling it since 7th grade Stay with that throw away Cellphone trap, we catching plays 50 Slabs, hundred slabs 7 Grams, half a ounce is up or down Runnin' that, from the pack, no coming back Shawty want a 8 ball, told her call Gucci Trapping with my ghetto chick, work up in her coochie Dope man Nikes, Levi's and a white tee I fucked my money up, got it back, now they don't like me Shawty pillow talking told me where her nigga wife be You know that I'm shiesty, these niggas nothing like me Money, money, I be counting hundreds Looking for the jackers, you know that I'm gunning Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh I'm just trying to see another day Yesterday it was okay Hopefully there'll be better though Hopefully I get some better blow Hopefully this drought here finna go I'm just trying to keep my hope Hopefully I hit the lotto I'm so tired of selling this dope Everyday we live for the moment Every second we do, we got to do If I finessed you, I had to Had to do what I had to do You retaliate, can't be mad at you Gotta do what you gotta do I can't take offense to it Still I gotta play defense Cold hearted amphibians These streets all of us slime Nigga told you he ain't never thought of hitting no lick That nigga there lying At night I get on my knees Free my conscious, free my mind Lord help us find a better way I'm so tired of committing these crimes Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh Might as well sell a bale, what the hell, oh I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale Tryna stay out of jail, oh