HellCat

Hell cat it go vroom when we skrt off I am not for the games knock his top off Drop a five this stick go boom then we feet off RJ can get it off the scale before it's rock soft The opps don't slide they just diss I'm like wtf We caught em at that court we let it hoop and then we scored on sum I sip dirty you can't sip not even touch yo tongue Free vill baby bro home soon with ah different drum We hit his block we gone sleep on 45th Rez died Ah hoe Mud dirty Clyde Ian have his blick I can't go like I'm Turk ain't no crash the whip You get on side of this load we beat it up till we lj shit Hmm ha you niggas fake trippin Walk down all face shots keep blowin till he scot pippin You can shop all what chu need this exotic different LLK3 THEY GONE DIE BEFORE MY SUN BE RISIN Dumb as nigga try an slide again Every Glock come switchy hear that blrrd then I blind man SHOTS when I'm blowin cool you down like ah ceailin fan I can't go like I'm Paris I won't leave my man's You can't merch on yo dead that we drop Ah blick I get up on syn it's to personal he gone meet this switch Young 2 a 3 ah new opp just droppin diss And them niggas ain't take shit from lul bino So stop fakin bitch I catch ah 4 all in the 4 let me out on toes Creep up on that boy boom boom boom then we wiped his nose Clean up on 4 honcho died before he see that hoe And if rob want it done we back to back tryna tag yo toe