Onnagondola - Posted Up In Hell Lyrics

Like what you know? Yeah
Hold up, wait
Is that gondola?
Yeah
(Gondola)
Hold up yeah
Yeah
Hold up

My gunners aerial, bury you if you really wanna start
Don't need tutorial, I parachute right down from the stars
Need the source, hit the plug I might go vibe out on Mars
Don't get confused, know Gondola be Picasso with the art
Brand new beam we aim it on him, melt the green like avocados
The way I move with the brick in my backpack I'm like El Chapo
My weapons might leave you hollow, OG know he desperado
All my loud pack on Valhalla, I be revving up full throttle
Sipping alcohol out bottles, JSantana Johnny Bravo
Off the shits I'm just gon ride home, pan the whip right thru the cyclone
In the storm I'm going psycho but at least I got that ice on
Bitch I'm geeked out I might fight sum, I'm popping drugs when I find sum
I up the nine when I'm flying I just be high knowing I'll die alone
Everybody tryna hit my line up getting dial tones
Woah Santana Live getting fried with suicidal hoes
And I just be losing my mind when I got psilocybin on me

We posted up in Hell if you look over in my direction
I pull up with diamonds on me, bro pull up with diamond testers
Zaza pack only over here, you be rolling half the pressure
Sometimes I trap by my lonely, sometimes homies trap together
Expensive garments on my body, they got Japanese letters
I might have to stop smoking real quick so I can breathe better
Everywhere I go I be a boss they know I'm gone, gone
Ever since I could walk in 2001 I been reckless

Gather my Ben Franklins I might hit up Ben Baller
OG go dummy some more boi I keep a tech on me
Walk up in my room and hit the blunt I just reflect on me
Nobody feel as dead as me, you feel me? I been zombie
I feel like Rob Zombie, OG just been hot saucing
If you want that beef, pull up, pull up, like it's Jon Rockets
Off the X I'm not nauseous, chop it up like Benihana
You don't have any guala, camo on like we been armed
Wait, yeah wait
Hold up
Hold up
Yeah wait
This that
Hold up
This that, yeah
This that nocturnal shit, yeah

We posted up in Hell if you look over in my direction
I pull up with diamonds on me, bro pull up with diamond testers
Zaza pack only over here, you be rolling half the pressure
Sometimes I trap by my lonely, sometimes homies trap together
Expensive garments on my body, they got Japanese letters
I might have to stop smoking real quick so I can breathe better
Everywhere I go I be a boss they know I'm gone, gone
Ever since I could walk in 2001 I been reckless