Toby Tarantino - Heaven & Hell

Hopin' for Heaven not Hell
Got gas like I'm working for Shell, Whoa
Boof pack I can tell it'll sell, Whoa
Hot sauce yeah Imma make you melt, Whoa
Never need no help yeah I did it myself guard the recipe tight only I can make it right
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa

I'm feeling good I'm feeling right sippin' vodka every night
Slim thick that's my type like a plumber lay the pipe
Got her back and wanting more give her Hell cuz I adore
I'm in Heaven pour a 4 why they knockin' on my door?
I'm about to do this shit again that's an encore
Always leave em' wanting more like an eagle bitch I soar bitch I soar
Yeah Yeah
And you can't tell me how it go
I've been movin' by my own
In the field like a gnome
Smoking kush to the dome
I just wanna go home
I just wanna be alone
Heaven Hell no one knows

Hopin' for Heaven not Hell
Got gas like I'm working for Shell, Whoa
Boof pack I can tell it'll sell, Whoa
Hot sauce yeah Imma make you melt, Whoa
Never need no help yeah I did it myself guard the recipe tight only I can make it right
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa

Sauce, sauce, sauce all I really even know
When I'm standing on my money I'm like 8 foot 4
Gotta fuckin' mobilize I gotta get it on the go
Man the flow so cold when I breathe it feel like snow
Throw my Stussy jacket on and then I'm headed out the door
I gotta say a little prayer because you never really know
You see I'm hopin' for Heaven yeah but I'm expecting Hell
Pump the shotty back and then I load it with some shells
Smoking fucking gas yeah I know that you can tell
Brought the fuckin' hot sauce yeah so I could see you melt yuh, aye
Hopin' for Heaven, not Hell yuh, aye
Hopin' for Heaven not Hell yuh, aye

Heaven not Hell yuh, aye
Whoa Heaven not Hell yuh whoa

Written by:
Toby Ziemba

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