Hell Yeah - Big Moe, D-Reck, Tyte Eyez

Hell yeah Moe thoed, yeah I get do'

Screwed Up Click, Southside still hold

And we won’t fold, let the story be told

Put it down for Fat Pat, Screw and Mafio

Hell yeah I’m a G, raised in these streets

You could be the drank man, stacking P-I-N-T's

So if I fall off, and times get hard

Moe gon go back, and attack the boulevard

Hell yeah I sip fo’s, might pop a X-O

Might let the sherm burn, but I’m still in control

I keep my clothes on, Moe-Yo won’t get naked

Unless I’m with a fine hoe, then fa sho I’m gon wreck it

Hell yeah I’m gon protect it, I’m never naked headed

My life is too precious, I can’t get infected

Hell yeah I’m still chunky, hell yeah they still love me

Hell yeah 'm sitting on three’s, everything’s still lovely

(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'

(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show

(hell yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop

(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don’t stop

(hell yeah) I get paid (hell yeah), I get leid

(hell yeah) my candy sprayed (hell yeah), I chop blaze

(hell yeah) I get bops (hell yeah), my glock’s cocked

(hell yeah) the Wreckshop, it won’t stop

Hell yeah I pull stars, hell yeah menage tois

Hell yeah I caught that charge, but I’m back on the charts

Hell yeah Wreck a rider, Wall Street insider

Pyrex cooker, sense on me provider

Hell yeah I cheated, on both of the broads

And I delete the next X, if she can’t keep it hard

She asked me was the rumor true, was I really over there

Looked her in her eyes and I told here, hell yeah

Hell yeah I’m a thug, hell yeah I do drugs

Hell yeah, you can catch me opening tulips in the club

Hell yeah Bush tripping, hell yeah I miss Clinton

In them days I bled the block, wrecked the shop and was winning

Hell yeah she wanna do me, just because she saw the movie

But I ain’t gon lie, I love my boppers and my groupies

Hell yeah I’m a G, with a college degree

Put the knowledge with the streets, no one in hell is stopping me

(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'

(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show

Hell yeah I grip grain, hell yeah I move them thangs

Hell yeah I come from rangs, stacking change, know I’m saying

Hell yeah I’m out that boot, hell yeah and I will shoot

If a nigga disrespect me, or my family or my loot

Hell yeah I fucked your boo, fucked her in her dome too

Hell yeah I miss that P-A-T, that Mafio and Screw

Hell yeah I live lavage, pimping pens got me established

Hell yeah I got a stack of talents, touring while in Paris

Fool around coming down, smoking pounds in my Coupe

With your dime on my side, to setting up that berry blue

Hell yeah it’s very true, that she did the whole crew

Hell yeah and we fucked her, all in the same room

Hell yeah we kicked her out, right before we checked out

And we did the same shit, when we hit the next spot

Hell yeah you know Tyte Eyez, gon tell it like it go

Hell yeah motherfucking, still all about my do'

(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'

(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show

(hell yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop

(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don’t stop

(hell yeah) I get paid (hell yeah), I get leid

(hell yeah) my candy sprayed (hell yeah), I chop blaze

(hell yeah) I get bops (hell yeah), my glock’s cocked

(hell yeah) the Wreckshop, it won’t stop