Hellcat 3000

Yeah, ay ay let's go (grah)
Pull up wit a SMG in a SRT (woah)
I don't even fuck with liquor
So I'm pouring up that lean (ay yeah)
All of these hoes finna drop down
I got that bag got it locked down
My thot and my whip finna come with that top down

We light up the town
Pockets they go deep down
So high up in the clouds
I put money on her ass (dance!)
Take you to the hills baby all about the bag (get that bag)
Keep it out my ear cause I really do not care (fuck that shit)
You don't want no smoke how I'm stepping on that gas (yeah)
I'm in a SRT, bet I'm wit that speed (skrt)
I'm finna drop that top down we ride wit 'em SMGs
Green inside my lungs and it's purple what I bleed
I do not need nobody I got it all on me (hahaha)

And it ain't too hard for me to leave 'em in the dust (dust)
And shit a new star was born
When I down that lean and it hit my gut (my gut)
And I came too far for this life
Can't go back know I live it up (woohoo)
Shooters wanna paycheck so they finna hit my line (slime)
Had to show 'em up (ay yeah) bitch I ain't no underdog (nah)
Watch these bands I throw 'em up (let's go!)
That's how the fuck my money talk (woo)
We blow 'em up like Osama get 'em chalked

We light up the town
Pockets they go deep down
So high up in the clouds
I put money on her ass (dance!)
Take you to the hills baby all about the bag (get that bag)
Keep it out my ear cause I really do not care (fuck that shit)
You don't want no smoke how I'm stepping on that gas (yeah)
I'm in a SRT, bet I'm wit that speed (skrt)
I'm finna drop that top down we ride wit 'em SMGs
Green inside my lungs and it's purple what I bleed
I do not need nobody I got it all on me (hahaha)



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Writer(s): Shaikh Imran Omar
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