Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hella Fresh , by - Corleone. Release date: 08.02.2017
Song language: English
Hella Fresh |
| Yo Prince from the top b You dun know how I do this fucking thing man |
| Everybody’s asking wheres Corleone man |
| Corleone’s been trapping man |
| Corleone’s been on the block |
| You get me? |
| All these rappers they’re talking smack on the net and hiding |
| Alright lets go Pussy what you feel like? |
| Follow on some street hype |
| I do this shit in real life |
| Mac on the speed bike |
| I trap and I eat right |
| Stacking that p right |
| Crack and the b’s right |
| Been doing this since knee high |
| Hella fresh, so fly |
| Never stress, so high |
| Nigga yes, no lie |
| This niggas death, don’t cry |
| The dinner stretch, four five |
| Thirty six, four nines |
| Been rapping since 96 |
| I bodied him in four lines |
| Please, don’t compare to these |
| Still on the roads, and I really don’t give a fuck |
| Still on my toes, rolling with the nina tucked (10 toes) |
| Out in the cold trying to get this nigga popped |
| Black lives matter till that black nine splatters |
| How you trap line rappers |
| But you no trappers |
| So you lying motherfuckers |
| And your rhymes don’t match |
| Got me crying motherfuckers |
| Hope you die so bad |
| Trapping all year, no rapping this year |
| My guns gone cold, no clapping this year |
| They’re doing ten toes, that’s a fashion this year |
| I’m doing ten hoes, yeah I’m mashing these squares (Kilo) |
| Co this, Co that |
| Co switched, no brah |
| Co’s shit, so whack |
| Co switched his flow brah |
| Co’s broke, no brah |
| Co gets doe brah |
| What I got to show stacks to please all these road cats |
| Flashing my whip |
| Whack on my hip |
| Back on the strip |
| Bitches back on my dick |
| Co’s back on his shit |
| Trapping to bits |
| Wrapping them bricks |
| Young bucks slapping in bits |
| No slacking or slip (Never) |
| I’m not a punch line rapper |
| I’m a crunch time cracker |
| A front line trappers on the cunch line trapping |
| Done time slacking on the cunch line lacking |
| All suede suit, blue suede in the coupe |
| All suede boots and my sprayers in the boot |
| I’m rolling with bob, no caine in the (Castro) |
| Spitting mad bars, now they’re saying its a fluke |
| They’re always chatting some shit |
| Till they get their mom hit |
| , I just dump it Cock it back and bump it Them niggas, they’re just fronting |
| They ain’t really done things |
| All my niggas on things |
| Yeah we really run things (GB) |
| GB fell off, prick GB sell arff |
| That OG fell off, I’ll blow his head off |
| Eggie’s with a chick, eating chicken and jollof |
| Beretta on my hip, got the bricks of kellogs (Ricky Lakey) |
| Tit for tat, |
| Free my niggas in the jail cells, Biz and Snap (Biz) |
| I’ll ping a nigga over, you think its rap? |
| Listen |
| I brought life to this rap game |
| These niggas lie and they acting |
| I’ll get my nine and I’ll clap him |
| He won’t survive with the mac 10 |
| That nigga snitched and he’s bad now |
| Look at my wrist, I just brag loud |
| Look at my bitch she’s a bad brown |
| All of my clique we were swagged out (GB) |
| Look at my whip I just flashed out |
| I’m getting bricks from the flat now |
| I’ll give you tips on the trap, how? |
| (Yeah mate) |
| Look at my kicks thats a bag down |
| Don’t you ever talk that smack (Never) |
| Your not bad bro your a prat (Your a mug) |
| GB logo in my cap (GB) |
| I run my own shit, I’m !! |
| (Corleone) |