Rick Ross – Go To Hell Lyrics

Rick Ross Go To Hell Lyrics (feat. Cool & Dre), Meek Mill Go To Hell Lyrics

Dope boy excellence
Elevation
Uh
Cool & Dre

Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (Uh)
Now we ride double M’s through the whole city (Huh)
N***** talkin’ down, but they hoes feel me
A nine figure n****, all I wanna talk is business (Facts)
I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see who move the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (Woo)
You can’t be chasin’ money with the wrong approach (No)
Commas only comin’ once you got a coach (Huh)
I’m the Walt Frazier, that’s for all ages (Ha)
The Don Shula, shooter n****, tall lasers (Brrrt)
Bitch boys run to social media (Woo)
Rich n****, name in Wikipedia (Boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (Huh)
All the real n***** click up, let’s get rich tonight (Uh)

Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin’ I can feel, so I know that it’s real
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace

Uh
I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier
I’m doin’ numbers on these n*****, it ain’t no passin’ us
Bad bitch suckin’ it out me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger
Kraft with us, at the table eatin’ crabs with us
Labels callin’ everyday to get some cash to us
Remember when they thought I wasn’t smart, they tried to laugh at us
But still a catch ’em at the door, like, “Give them Pateks up” (Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later, play it cool, slide later, I know I’m gon’ die later
On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some Now and Laters
I’m a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us
Lil’ shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan
I don’t get her what she want and she turn into a cry baby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby, if they catch us on a date, you blowin’ up like a bomb, baby
I made twenty mill’ last month, you better make up your mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just don’t get out of line, baby
I’m doin’ anything I want, I’m havin’ lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin’ ’bout his girl problems, I can’t lie, I related
Only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel
I ain’t make it to the NFL, but shit, I’m Meek Mill
And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail
Every time I rap, it sound like I’m talkin’ in Gold, and I’ll never sell my soul

Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin’ I can feel, so I know that it’s real
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace

Uh, yes
My n***** got indicted, couple made it back (Uh)
Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (Yes)
I’m coppin’ real estate like I’m still slangin’ crack
I left Def Jam once I made the max (Woo)
Look at how I’m livin’, jugglin’ the raps
I told the record labels, “You can keep the plaques” (Huh)
Choppas in the car, it ain’t no need for masks (Brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass

Maybach Music
Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin’ I can feel, so I know that it’s real

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Robert Rihmeek Williams, William L. Roberts II
  • Album: Too Good To Be True
  • Released: 2023