coouchie - Hell On Earth Lyrics

You know what it is nigga
R.I.P Havoc, R.I.P Prodigy nigga
Geek Gang or No Gang nigga
Geekbar Records shit
In the stu with my nigga Marvin
Sitting here smoking a Looseleaf

Hell on Earth nigga, Who gon die first
Me and Tris, Don't feel right if I don't drop a perc
Ran out of codeine nigga, Got to call the nurse
ARP, No stock bitch but I make it twerk
U ain't never seen a big pack, We got turkey bags
How this nigga broke and he fat but his bitch bad
He ain't never bought his bitch a Birkin got his bitch mad
She ain't never been on a PJ, Gave her jet lag
All I smoke is gas nigga so we smoking jet fuel
Bitch moving crazy, She must think she got the kid fooled
Calling Marvin El Chapo, Cause he moving like a Drug Mule
Nigga think I'm lacking, I don't leave the crib without a tool
This a double drum, ARP tote monkey nuts
Heading to Milwaukee got a play finna make some Bucks
Out of state on a play you know I gotta double clutch
Told that bitch get on her knees cause she talk too much
Out of tris, I'm pouring tuss up
Sipping yellow pour it in a cream this a muddy cup
Hitting dumps hitting bins, Nigga I'm tryna double up
Nigga still tryna clone cards, U a ham bruh