Been 2 Hell & Back

Ayy, yuh, uh, yeah, ayy
Ayy, I see dead people when I'm walkin' outside
I was raised to be on my s**t, stay ten toes, what?
Ayy, I see dead people when I'm walkin' outside
I was raised to be on my s**t, stay ten toes outside
Like is you really down to ride? Don't think you live this life
I could walk to Hell and back and know I'd be alright
I told my dog to watch my back, 'cause him and I, we can't lack
Keep it silent when I'm walking, I stop tweakin' with the flats
And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap
Down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that
Usain Bolt to the guap, fold flat, Hurricane Chris my fist
Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ayy
Beans got me geeking, s**t, I bit down on my cheek, ayy
Pulled up in that Royce like who that?
They like "S**t, it's Weef" ayy
Long way just from trappin' out your mommy's, s**t, I see, ayy
30 on the bezel, damn, like yeah that's just the piece, ayy
I can't **** no hoes, that ***** contagious like a sneeze, ayy
Blow pounds on the gas and outta space, you know my steez, ayy
Blow pounds on the- mm, ayy
You can't drag my dirt through my carpet
Blowin' smoke like a rocket
Pop this ain't no oxy, tell the dead, "I'm sorry"
Probably where them knots be, fly like Matt Hardy
I pour six inside my eight, me and Death, we got no fate
How you show up? This a hold up
They can't hold me from my glo up
When these ***** ****** gon' grow up?
Up that five, you gon' throw up, uh
Tweakin' off brick like molly
Ridin' with a ***** named Molly, Holly
Is that Rich Gang s**t? Hardly
Pour the high tech for quali'
Ayy, I see dead people when I'm walkin' outside
I was raised to be on my s**t, stay ten toes outside
Like is you really down to ride? Don't think you live this life
I could walk to Hell and back and know I'd be alright
I told my dog to watch my back, 'cause him and I, we can't lack
Keep it silent when I'm walkin', I stop tweakin' with the flats
And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap
Down pack, racked up on 30 bands, know that
Usain Bolt to the guap, fold flat, Hurricane Chris my fist
Oh yeah, hold up shawty, you know that I tweak, ayy
Beans got me geeking, s**t, I bit down on my cheek, ayy
Pulled up in that Royce like who that?
They like "S**t, it's Weef" ayy
Long way just from trappin' out your mommy's, s**t, I see, ayy
30 on the bezel, damn, like yeah that's just the piece, ayy
I can't **** no hoes, that ***** contagious like a sneeze, ayy
Blow pounds on the gas and outta space, you know my steez, ayy
Blow pounds on the- mm, uh, done