Lyrics: Hell You Talmbout

Hit da club jump tha whole line
Hell you talmbout
F*ck a quarter ee get da whole pound
Hell you talmbout
Said that I ain't got it on me right now
Hell you talmbout
F*ck around tha whole hood hold me down
Hell you talmbout
[x3] Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout
What da hell you talmbout

[Quez:]
Travis Porter hit tha limit zone 6 kickin it
(Wassaaap) Got tha bad girls feelin it
Travis Porter, Waka, Frenchie, man this sh*t ridiculous
Drop that turnt up and got tha whole club feeling this
Riverdale to East Atlanta man I know you sick of it
O let's do it stayin on some pimpin sh*t
Never know what I'm a say tha way that I be flippin it
Never got a hit, man, the way that I be pitching it

Hit da club jump tha whole line
Hell you talmbout
F*ck a quarter ee get da whole pound
Hell you talmbout
Said that I ain't got it on me right now
Hell you talmbout
F*ck around tha whole hood hold me down
Hell you talmbout
[x3] Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout
What da hell you talmbout

[Frenchie:]
What tha hell you talking bout?
I don't think you understand
I got stacks on top of stacks, my wallet is rubberbands
F.R.E.N.C.H.I.E.
I said in my last rhyme this is tha las time That a n*gga try me
Squad and Travis Porter let's get this game in order
Still dunking with Waka Flame crusin in yo daughter
A hundred n*ggaz at tha door but I'm a jump tha line
I ain't got no time to wait
PATIENCE COME WITH TIME

[ALI:]
I'm like drizzy and sway but don't take it wrong
What you think they call me Ali fo I'll crack your dome
Oh my god so don't come at me wrong Travis and So Icey we like 5-0 strong
Oh my god Oh my god So I suggest you not
Tha whole East Atlanta with me what da hell you talmbout
Gettin money, gettin money, all these n*ggas talk about
I ain't never flexed up in my song what da HELL YOU TALMBOUT

Hit da club jump tha whole line
Hell you talmbout
F*ck a quarter man we get da whole pound
Hell you talmbout
Said that I ain't got it on me right now
Hell you talmbout
F*ck around tha whole hood hold me down
Hell you talmbout
[x3] Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout
What da hell you talmbout

[Strap:]
All tha way turnt up, Drank forth, jumpin on the furniture
Breakfast at tha waffle house 20 sausage biscuits
Hold up excuse ma'am what come on a sausage biscuit
Hold up freeze let me get my team
Call my n*gga Flocka tell him bring tha whole thing
Now who tha hell you talmout? Who tha hell are you?
Say you got a pistol Who tha hell you gonna shoot?

[Waka Flocka:]
I love tha way they run their mouth, My name is always their mouth
I'll have them run up in your house, If I was you I'd watch my mouth
Guallos in my wallet, I got guallos in my pocket
I GOT M-O-N-E-Y, Reppin Brick Squad till I die
In tha club high yes I'm always fresh and fly
Man I'm fly like bird, cause I'm high like a plane
It can be tha first of June I can bring May back
Hell you talmbout have them goons runnin asap

Hit da club jump tha whole line
Hell you talmbout
F*ck a quarter ee get da whole pound
Hell you talmbout
Said that I ain't got it on me right now
Hell you talmbout
F*ck around tha whole hood hold me down
Hell you talmbout
[x3] Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout
What da hell you talmbout