Letra de Hell of It

[Intro]
Cardiff Bros. Cardiff Bros. Over everything. Ya heard?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I guess we’re popular now
Cause these rappers jocking our sound
She got a man but said he’s not around
And I’m still stressed I need me a pound
'Bout to go cop it
Made an album then we dropped it
Did it independent, straight out of pocket
'Bout to see a ton of profit
I’d say its time for a tour
Ten cities or more
Packed crowd you can’t get in the door
We’re poppin’ more than ever before
Lotta highs, lotta lows
Lotta guys, lotta hoes
Might just leave the show early
Hit the mall and cop me some clothes
[Chorus]
Just for the hell of it
Might go n' fuck with some hoes
Just for the hell of it
Might go n' cop me some clothes
Just for the hell of it
Might go n' cop me a wrist
Just for the hell of it
Might fuck around n' get rich
[Verse 2]
Uh, Who the illest? Who the trillest?
Who the one that they all know they feelin’?
Who the one that they all know they feelin’?
Give a motherfuck about your feelings
I just do me, I ain't worried bout you
Stop sweating me and the things that I do
I’m worried bout me, nobody else
I fuck with me you can go fuck yourself
Boy I been with the shits
Straight off the rip they know I got the hits
I am the only one I will convince
Don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks
Look at the flick of the wrist dawg
Know I’m all in the mix dawg
Heard that people talking shit dawg
But its always been like this so
[Chorus]
I might go n' fuck with some hoes
Just for the hell of it man
Might go n' cop me some clothes
Just for the hell of it fam
Might go n' fuck with your bitch
Just for the hell of it
Y’all can’t tell me shit