GLE 2 Hellcat

Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga ain't talkin' 'bout Glocks, you ain't talkin' 'bout nun' You ain't talkin' 'bout Glocks, you ain't talkin' 'bout nun' [Chorus] Yeah, hop out, hop out, hop out (Hop out) Hop out, Glocks out Hop out, spin out the window Fuck that nigga man, he ain't my kinfolk Glock 22, I got from my bro 13, that's when I went and kicked my first door I got the recipe, what you know? Free Trick, you know that boy rock the score Backdoor action, he ain't movin', he ain't got no traction False claimin', the fuck is you stackin'? Rockstar, hell nah, we ain't lackin' You not in the streets, stop cappin' You know that ain't nothin', bitch, I got the pack in I fuck on a bitch with a french accent Racks comin' in when I schlep a jackson [Verse 1] I don't want no dap, Trackhawk, slidin' down that street, matte black Pass to the swoop, man, that ho a gnat-gnat Real gangster, and you hang with the rats Goyard bag, red and green beam, laser tag Red flag, right round his gat My partner, he billy, he keep screamin' "Blatt" Caught that boy lackin', he get ate like a snack Shot in the face, nigga, long livе snack CeeDee Lamb like I'm Dak, young nigga walked his shit down 'cause hе ain't watch his back I been had crack, Velly gave it to me in the book bag Tellin' on they self on VLAD Y'all niggas need to stop goin' out bad Just beat the case, I was facin' an agg' That a ho a dip, man, I'm really just glad That boy gon' catch him a toe tag I fucked her friend, they both mad On my birthday, I want a ski mask Boy, you ain't gangster, you not finna blast Just stop that cryin', I don't care if you sad Just got out county, My [?] Oh, you talm 'bout some "Fuck Sum"?, you ain't mean that I put the bond, nigga, pull up right now, I'm on my fuck shit, nigga, pipe down Y'all ass, come clean, pussy, gotta switch the VIN Catch 'em down bad, then I grab the F.N Get some getback, nigga, fuck yo' dead men Scammin' the bank, nigga, check me on cam Bottom tail with the mobb, this the badlands Last bag I dealt, I don't wanna hang with no niggas, fuck that camp [Chorus] Yeah, hop out, hop out, hop out (Hop out) Hop out, Glocks out Hop out, spin out the window Fuck that nigga man, he ain't my kinfolk Glock 22, I got from my bro 13, that's when I went and kicked my first door I got the recipe, what you know? Free Trick, you know that boy rock the score Backdoor action, he ain't movin', he ain't got no traction False claimin', the fuck is you stackin'? Rockstar, hell nah, we ain't lackin' You not in the streets, stop cappin' You know that ain't nothin', bitch, I got the pack in I fuck on a bitch with a french accent Racks comin' in when I schlep a jackson [Verse 2] BL with some bitches in the mansion Slaughterhouse, bitch, pull up ARP, Cybertruck He's a bitch, I know he gon' duck the fade He ain't gon' hit, lil' nigga, then let's just gon' blade for blade I'm tryna lock down, bad bitches comin' around, bad bitch, I'm hoin' her down Buy her bag, she go for the pound Black rose, diggy rack Fuck friends, let's keep it like that Play with the mobb, nigga get smacked My bitch got a switch on her gat She suckin' dick, crazy, she got the gap Bitch, I'm poppin' out, chrome heart jacket She givin' me pussy, nigga, I ain't even askin' Man, what y'all wanna do? I don't give fuck, whoa, I'm a loose screw He'll crash out here, he'll tote deuce-deuce Now I got money, so I act brand new Ha, I'm just flexin', gang got they weapon Bad bitch from Texas, ass fat, she sexy I ain't tryna talk about that old shit I lock my hair up, I dropped the wicks She freaked out, she gon' lick the tip Damn, damn, she eat up the trip Get you a fye and then let that bih' rip Beyblade shit, his block got spent Get you a bitch and then make the hoe sit I smoke a blunt watch her her play with her clit G.L.E. to the hellcat [Outro] (Cat, cat) (Yeah, in a cat, whoa babywhoa yeah)