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Hellcat Lyrics - Artist : Tee Grizzley
Helluva made this beat, baby
They scammin' in my city, it's a jugg, facts We don't bang gangs, we rep hoods, yes I'm from Joy Road, Lee from Six Mile, Mario from Brightmoor Beam on every strap, when we up states you see a light show, hol' up Activated drop May 11th, man That's three days before my old dude birthday, rest in peace You know I got you, big baby Shout-out to BocBoy JB, nigga, this beat hard as fuck Aye Ridin' in the motherfuckin' Hellcat If I catch a opp he gettin' his head wet Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back Math the only subject I ain't fail at Ridin' in the motherfuckin' Hellcat If I catch a opp he gettin' his head wet Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back Math the only subject I ain't fail at In the trenches with' a 100 of 'em Hellcat got 200 on it Niggas want beef, put money on 'em High school days used to have niggas runnin' from me Shoes Italian with German Pockets on [?], no Sherman [?] Street niggas gettin' chased like surgeons Everything foreign down to my Balenciagas My hoe from Europe Draco with' that blue light from Wakanda Tell them boys that I want yo' top, better not let them spot you In the trap house dressed like a whole cop,.45 with' the binoculars [?] street no thermos Thirty hangin' out no curfew In the Maybach, closed curtains Y'all niggas clowns, no circus Say my name, they merkin' She know I'm showin' up, she fuckin' If y'all niggas feelin' like Kermit, chopper ready lil' nigga start jumpin' Ridin' in the motherfuckin' Hellcat If I catch a opp he gettin' his head wet Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back Math the only subject I ain't fail at Ridin' in the motherfuckin' Hellcat If I catch a opp he gettin' his head wet Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back Math the only subject I ain't fail at When I go on stage I'm in Givenchy drip Come back to the trenches, I take off that pretty shit Probably in my Dickies fit Hair trigger, don't hit my hip I'm motivation for the 'Gram, might up a fifty strip And that Bentley truck so big, I might hit her in the whip She got up out my bed and left to Philly for a trip That ain't the only thing she left, that bitch left hickies on my dick Free Meek Milly, niggas can't even pop no wheelies 'round this bitch If I drove to your city, I got all sticks I'm a grizzly but I be with' all pits Yo' bitch ain't see no money, she got all dick When she asked me for a bag, I told her, "Naw, bitch!" And my niggas on the east side all rich Ain't sittin' in no trap, they take them long trips You a turnaround and come back with' that dog shit No finessin', we would nail you to the cross quick Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Hellcat If I catch a opp he gettin' his head wet Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back Math the only subject I ain't fail at Shit we smokin' strong, you could smell that When it come to gettin' this money, we can't fail that If I catch a opp he gettin' his head wet It ain't gon' stop there, I want his mans next |
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