Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, 200 on the dash I'm behind her, told her "pull over" [Chorus] Yeah, 220 on the dash, I'm behind her, told her "pull over" Nigga think you [?], you fold [?] bitch you get fucked over 200 racks, Hellcat, by the way this ain't no Range Rover Your hoe, she fucked the gang [?] She told me come over Whoa, pour me up, [?] fill me up I was all alone in that rain with that [?] I don't give a fuck about that bitch I just want a [?] [?] before I thought about a studio [Verse 1] Fuck the [?] shit, you disrespect me bet I [?] Smokin' on a rapper think you [?] Spin a nigga block, walk down they said "you dead wrong" I can't wait to catch ya, bеtter have [?] on your head Yеah, i can't wait to catch ya, Imma smoke you like a preroll I came for your bitch, I came for [?], she a cheap hoe I was on my [?] down to my last, I'm talkin' zero All up in the field [?], you better check the score [Chorus] Yeah, 220 on the dash, I'm behind her, told her "pull over" Nigga think you [?], you fold [?] bitch you get fucked over 200 racks, Hellcat, by the way this ain't no Range Rover Your hoe, she fucked the gang [?] She told me come over Whoa, pour me up, [?] fill me up I was all alone in that rain with that [?] I don't give a fuck about that bitch I just want a [?] [?] before I thought about a studio