Hellcat Lyrics – Trapland Pat
Singer: Trapland Pat
Title: Hellcat
[A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe
[PepperJack Zoe
Fross
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Head crack sh#t like Cee-lo, ayy
Talk that sh#t, better get low, ayy
Don’t want them dogs at your peephole, ayy
You don’t want them Z’s walking down to catch one
Back end, grab a scope, just attach one
Want smoke? Roll it up, we can match one
Too much dirt in this match, grab the black one
Like, f#ck n#gg# mad, get your bread up, ayy
I was f#ckin’ on his b#tch, now he fed up, ayy
Know we put sh#t down if you let up, ayy
Tell Trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy
’Cause we way too sturdy
Thirty-six zips, that’s a birdy
Been in thе game, no jersey
Streets so slimе, they tryna take me out early
I pick and choose with them hoes ’cause they all ain’t worthy
Know my n#gg#s gotta talk that sh#t
Hellcat fast, but she still suck dick
Bands on the tag, what it cost my drip
And this boy won’t last when he feel this clip
NYC, high speed on the one-way
I just took off, them n#gg#s still on the runway
Murder on my mind, f#ck it, this a redrum day
Rollin’ off X, plus we sippin’ on Bombay
Dead man, dead man, them guns out
No, we don’t talk much, we plot it out
Bad b#tch wanna get lit, her tongue out
Back then, she ain’t f#ck with me, but f#ck now
Four deep, pop out, hop out on the Yukon
Trapland booted, I don’t know what he on
Sleep is for the week, so I don’t even sleep long
He thought he got a zip, but I gave that boy a Deon
12 on my #ss and I’m duckin’ them n#gg#s
f#ck on my b#tch like I’m f#ckin’ my trigger
I get the bag and I’m talkin’ them digits
Them boys on your #ss ’cause that bag on your figgy
I really ran a hundred K up off Green Dots
And I don’t f#ck with groupies, they be tryna take screenshots
I just cracked a seal, tryna see what this lean ’bout
And we don’t pick or choose, gotta wipe the whole team out
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Head crack sh#t like Cee-lo, ayy
Talk that sh#t, better get low, ayy
Don’t want them dogs at your peephole, ayy
You don’t want them Z’s walking down to catch one
Back end, grab a scope, just attach one
Want smoke? Roll it up, we can match one
Too much dirt in this match, grab the black one
Like, f#ck n#gg# mad, get your bread up, ayy
I was f#ckin’ on his b#tch, now he fed up, ayy
Know we put sh#t down if you let up, ayy
Tell Trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy
‘Cause we way too sturdy
Thirty-six zips, that’s a birdy
Been in the game, no jersey
Streets so slime, they tryna take me out early
I pick and choose with them hoes ’cause they all ain’t worthy
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
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