Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Naw, artist - Boss Top. Date of issue: 12.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell Naw |
| Jaguar, that bitch super fast just like a Nascar |
| Trap spot, selling cocaine, heroin out this trap spot |
| Crack pot, bitch I made a hundred off this crack pot |
| .40 Glock, hit him in his face, make his head pop |
| Dreadlocks, all my niggas tatted and got dreadlocks |
| Feds hot, all them opps snitching got the feds hot |
| Red dots, think I’m going to jail? |
| See this red dot |
| Hell naw, put that on my daughter, I’m like hell naw |
| Choppas, know we got them choppas and a trap spot |
| Two stoves, when we in here whipping we got 8-pots |
| Junkies, junkies back-to-back they want them damn rocks |
| 'Ikes, 'Ikes back-to-back they want them damn Glocks |
| Waka, off them flats we turnt up just like Flocka |
| Rasta, all my niggas dreaded like a rasta |
| Pop ya, run up on me, run, my bro gon' pop ya |
| Drop ya, like a broke label we gon' drop ya |
| Foreign, then we scratch off in that Foreign |
| Boring, she don’t fuck with you just cause you boring |
| Touring, I be fucking hoes when we touring |
| Pouring, dropped a four that night, woke up that morning |
| Glizzies, know we got them glizzies like a damn cop |
| Actin', I don’t like to act unless it’s straight drop |
| 30's, boy we got them on us, fuck a stash spot |
| Trap spot, in here shaking at the crackpot |
| Eater, boy you cuffing. |
| Eater, she a damn thot |
| You need her, I don’t need her unless it’s for some top |
| Professor, way I am finessing bitches love Boss Top |
| Finesser, ho I am finessing and I keep my Glock |
| Bando, know we got them choppas in a bando |
| Rambo, Glock Boys coming through, just like Rambo |
| Damn ho, hit him in his shit, his whole hand swoll |
| Pants low, And he got them wings just like Red Bull |