GERM & SHAKEWELL - HELLCAT (BASS BOOSTED)

LYRICS Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahahaha Exhalin' dope smoke, then I hit up Germ, might need a - tow (Ha-ha, ha) Nicotine and we 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 that they come trappin', bitch, I'm rappin', got this gold fo' (Haha, Sip) Born - , I don't get my dome split (Huh?) That's why I got my four-fifth tucked right next to this - (Boom, boom, boom) Hellcat, couple foreign hoes, Glocks in they backpack (Rrah) Stage you out that black bag, can't trust no ho, this Baghdad Okay, you mad-mad, tried to rob his pack then sell it back-back (Mad-mad, mad) , I mean I'm shameless, read my back tat' (Back tat', nat) You cat-cat, I ain't ever seen you serve no pack-pack (Oh no, no) Bitch, - (Huh? Huh? Bitch, Sip) Back-to-back business with the bank, I don't know how to act (Gas) hit my line like, "Where you at?" Bitch, ain't no time for that (Bitch) Thirty-five for these thirties, do you dirty, you not worthy, slatt (Huh?) Moving out, sliding that fire, - , 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 (Woah) Got two spouts (Oh no), new crib and that shit came with a guest house (Ha, ha-ha) 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 (Hah), lil' nigga Cashing checks, state-to-state, we havin' racks (Huh?), lil' nigga Off this rap (Hah), lil' nigga, you get - , lil' nigga (Bitch) Blue pills and blue strips, tryna die rich (Huh?), lil' nigga (Huh?)