Hellcat

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer

Exhalin' dope smoke, then I hit up Germ, might need a pole tote
Nicotine and weed gon' keep this .30, and I'm slow-mo (pop-pop, pop)
Like, oh no, why LAPD kick in our door for? (Oh no, no)
Said they think I'm trappin', bitch, I'm rappin'
Got this gold fo' (sip)

Born Sinner, Lord willin', I don't get my dome split (huh?)
That's why I got my four-fifth tucked right next to this floor shift
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hellcat, couple foreign hoes, Glocks in they backpack (rah)
Stage you out that black bag, can't trust no ho, this Baghdad

Okay, you mad-mad, time to rob this pack, then sell it back-back
(Mad-mad, mad)
Dilo sin vergüenza, mean I'm shameless
Read my back, tat' (tat'-tat', nat)
You cat-cat, I ain't ever seen you serve no pack-pack (oh no, no)
Bitch-ass police left the scale but took my iPad (huh? Huh?)
(Bitch, sip)

Back-to-back business with the bank, I don't know how to act (gas)
Rambo hit my line like, "Where you at?"
Bitch, ain't no time for that (bitch)
35 for these thirties, do you dirty, you not worthy, slut (huh?)
Moving out, sliding that fire, they havin' these bad vibes, nooses tied

Dawg pulled a script out (oh no)
Told him I need benzo by the hundred count (pop-pop, pop)
I be duckin' off Roxy, nodding on a new couch (whoa)
Got two spouts (oh no), new crib and that shit came with a guest house
Guess that's why they envy, half my age, I could buy a Bentley

I bet she'd neck me in that Maybach, I speak facts (ah), lil' nigga
Cashing checks, state-to-state, we havin' racks (huh?), Lil' nigga
Off this rap (ah), lil' nigga, you get passed to, lil' nigga (bitch)
Blue pills and blue strips, tryna die rich (huh?), Lil' nigga (huh?)