M4s & Hellcats

Lemme get it bro
50 on his head I'm a bully bro
Fuck up on his sister and I take his hoe
Whippin' in the kitchen, Imma make this dough, yea you know
I don't play no games, Imma get this fame
You a lame, me and bronem bang
Hit him and we spray
Take his chain, off his neck
With his fuckin' head (Yea)
With his fuckin' head
Fill that bitch with lead, leave him dead
Scottie to his head, 33 is free
Not for me, but it is for you
Overdue, yea we kick it too
But don't hang with you
In the club, erink up on this henny, drink up on this bub
You a scrub, .40 to his face
Make that pussy run, smoke a tot
Not with little guns, bronem stay with drums
In the strip, make your bitchass strip, 'fore we take your shit
I ain't playin', make your bitchass strip, 'fore we take your shit

Beamer in the front, Hellcat in the back
Gang don't lack, M4 got a strap
And so does my cat, got a gat
Yea we play with sticks, but don't play with rats
Sixty nine, with your baby momma
Goddamn she is fine, now she mine
You a lame bitch, you just borderline
Bitch just bordeline
M4 got a 9
Take your chain not mine



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Writer(s): Ali Daliri
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