Текст песни Hella - Ken Car$on

(Star Boy, you′re my hero)

Ayy, the higher I get the better
The longer I wait, she wetter
I could've fucked her when I met her
I pop me a Perc′, just to settle
I fucked that lil' bitch 'til she red, she was yellow
Shawty wan′ be my vamp but she can′t be my Bella
Niggas say they got hoes but see me, I got hella
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella

Talkin' ′bout hoes, I got hella
I ran up the racks, I'm no failure
I fuck on that bitch and then I prevail
I feel like a pimp, I just might go sell her
Niggas talking ′bout hoes but they know I got hella
Niggas talking 'bout clothes but they know I got hella

Hella, hella, hella, hella
Hella, hella, hella, hella
This bitch do whatever I tell her
I fuck her then send her to you, she won′t tell ya
Opium, bitch, I serve like some mail
I served that lil' boy and I ain't use no scale, yeah

I ran up the racks, you know I couldn′t fail, yeah
I just got a pack, it came through the mail, yeah
Seven pounds of paraphernalia
If you ain′t got Cash App, I got Zelle, yeah
If I get caught, I got bail, yeah
Bitch, I got them racks, give a fuck 'bout a jail, yeah
This bitch wanna fuck, you know I′m like, "Hell yeah"
I keep my Glock tucked, I'll send you to hell, yeah
I keep my Glock tucked with one in the head
Let a nigga try it then he dead
Step on him like an insect
I pop me a molly and then I forget
I pop me a molly and then I forget
He thought I was lame, thought I wasn′t with the shits
These niggas be lame when it come to a bitch
So I'ma get lame when it come to get rich
Hella sticks, licks, ′Gielas, Ricks, licks, bitch

Talkin' 'bout hoes, I got hella
I ran up the racks, I′m no failure
I fuck on that bitch and then I prevail
I feel like a pimp, I just might go sell her
Niggas talking ′bout hoes but they know I got hella
Niggas talking 'bout clothes but they know I got hella

Hella, hella, hella, hella
Hella, hella, hella, hella
This bitch do whatever I tell her
I fuck her then send her to you, she won′t tell ya
Opium, bitch, I serve like some mail
I served that lil' boy and I ain′t use no scale, yeah

Ayy, the higher I get, the better
The longer I wait, she wetter
I could've fucked her when I met her
I pop me a Perc′, just to settle
I fucked that lil' bitch 'til she red, she was yellow
Shawty wan′ be my vamp but she can′t be my Bella
Niggas say they got hoes but see me, I got hella

Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella