[Lyric] ​welcome to hell (Eyesore)

[Intro]
Welcome to Hell
Welcome back, Commander
A— A— A— Astral

[Hook]
Bitch, I'm runnin' all your blows on the mattress
Fake ass bitch, she an opp, she an actress
Fakin' on the 'Gram, you not really sippin Hen', bitch
Talkin' on the internet, we'll find out where you at, bitch
We gon'— We gon'— We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib
Yeah, you real real lucky if you motherfuckers live
Better open up the door, 'fore we blow it like a bitch
We gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc
Spot 'еm, got 'em, bet this shotgun make you bеatbox
Said that he get bitches but he fuckin' with some deep thots
Now you cryin', now you mad, now you pissed off
I'd be mad too, if I looked like a lil' bitch, bruh
Cloud just like Faygo, take you off the map, boy
V.I.P, bitch, we come in through the back, boy
Smokin' like a blunt, we gon' turn into a pack, boy
I know you like it when your shorty calls you 'Bad Boy'
[Hook]
Bitch, I'm runnin' all your blows on the mattress
Fake ass bitch, she an opp, she an actress
Fakin' on the 'Gram, you not really sippin Hen', bitch
Talkin' on the internet, we'll find out where you at, bitch
We gon'— We gon'— We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib
Yeah, you real real lucky if you motherfuckers live
Better open up the door, 'fore we blow it like a bitch
We gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc

[Outro]
—all your blows on the mattress
Fake ass bitch, she an opp, she an actress
Fakin' on the 'Gram, you not really sippin Hen', bitch
Talkin' on the internet, we'll find out where you at, bitch
We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib
Yeah, you real real lucky if you motherfuckers live
Better open up the door, 'fore we blow it like a bitch
Yeah, we gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc