Lyrks
Lyrks
Lyrks
Cover Art

Hell. (Glock.) Lyrics by YIN THE REAPER

Politely, Insane.

2018

[Intro: YIN and (Demons)]
(Ahhaha, haha)
Can she love a psychopath?
(Niggas are funny, real funny)
Can-can you really?
(Where you think you at right now?)
*gunshot*
(Oh-Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?)
A 'lil bit
(Alright, get to it, nigga)
Ugh
(I would hope not, I would hope not)
Shit, where the fuck am I, nigga?
(You were in purgatory, now you in one level down)
What...?
(Know who I am?)
What are you talkin' about, nigga?
(We're 'boutta talk about it [?], 'prolly do, if you know where you are)
Nigga, I don't even know bro, where am I at?
(You in hell, 'lil nigga)
Oh, shit
(Welcome)
...Hell?
(Check in, at the checkout)
Never...what?
(Don't worry 'bout it)
I'm in hell (ya ya ya)
(yeah)
[Verse]
Hell a basement and I'm in the cellar (and I'm in the cellar)
Hell is [?] Satan in the mirror yellin' (in the mirror yellin')
Hell is takin' hits and make a statement
'Bout the bitch you want and how you pick to chase 'em (ya ya ya)
Why you actin' like you 'bout it?
Takin' acid got you doubtin'
Dreamin' plastic [?] whips, won't get a Audi
Fiendin' plastic [?] tips, won't hit a body
I'm so deranged
Swing around, I might hit a bitch
Thinkin' of the days I needed you and you was missin' and
Thinkin' I was empty, see I tried to make some friends again
But they just want me in the mixes solely for the penmanship
Why you think I'm psychotic, see you through a white optic
Trees don't seem alive, I'mma rise up 'till I cop it
See me, I don't fight often
I might often use the cyanide as a eye-dropper, I'm type proper [?]
But don't you come around, or we can turn this to a [?]
[Outro]
They think they're fuckin' with me, man
(Don't nobody need you, nigga, don't nobody want 'yo ass, nigga)
(You know where you are)
*breathing in*
(Go ahead, you got that pistol, put it to your mouth, nigga)
*breathing out*
(Everybody hates you man, blow that shit up)
I think I'm in hell
(Go die, bitch, go die)
I don't know what else looks like it
(Swallow my shit too, nigga)
(You heard me, swallow my shit, nigga)
(You in hell)
Credits
YIN THE REAPER

YIN THE REAPER

About “Hell. (Glock.)” by YIN THE REAPER

Read the complete lyrics to "Hell. (Glock.)" by YIN THE REAPER from the album "Politely, Insane." in 2018. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under R&B, Soul, New Age.

"Hell. (Glock.)" is performed by YIN THE REAPER. from the album "Politely, Insane." in 2018 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "Hell. (Glock.)", explore more songs by YIN THE REAPER using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

View all songs and biography for YIN THE REAPER · Trending lyrics · Billboard Hot 100

Frequently asked questions

"Hell. (Glock.)" is credited to YIN THE REAPER. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Hell. (Glock.)" appears on "Politely, Insane." in 2018.

Visit the YIN THE REAPER artist page at /artist/yin-the-reaper for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.