Rank5 + Moe! Slash! (Letz Shake)

Lyrics

[Skit: Travis Touchdown] Am I ready? Any time Gotcha Moe [Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell? Let's rock!) Yeah, yeah [Verse] She say, "Hi-C, don't hit my phone, you know I'm through with you" Been on my mind, you don't know what I'm tryna do to you Right now I'm fucked up off these drugs, I'm seeing two of you You never fucked this way before, I know this new to you .40 with a beam, might end up shooting you Them hollows piercing through his body like a damn harpoon These niggas plotting, gotta stay away from goofy dudes Your bitch, she on me, told her, "Meet me at the rendezvous" She likе, "Hi-C, it's me or her, which one? You gotta choosе" Can't catch no feelings with no bitch 'cause I'm in love with blues She really wanna fuck, I wanna fuck you too We fucking 'til the sun come up, into the afternoon (Yeah) I'm with lil' bro, we sipping red, I told him, "Pour a deuce" (Yeah) In this bitch, I'm kicking shit in bloody YEEZY Boosts I'm kicking shit, I'm fly as hell, I don't need no parachute And if you really love me, bitch, you'd get my name tattooed These niggas lame as fuck, yeah, they out the mood Run down, I see you Hop out, two-door coupe V12, it go vroom Top down with no roof Twin GLOCKs, matching tools Night-night, click, clack, boom Hi-C got the juice Condo, ocean view Just to touch on you And to fuck on you One night, then we through I fuck hoes in twos I fuck hoes in groups I'm up, and you lose Baby, just relax, arch your back Pull your hair, bite your neck Hit that spot, make you wet Baby Then we switch Get on top, ride that dick Scream, "Don't stop," off a pill, ayy She's the baddest bitch in the city Red bottoms and Balencis (Yeah) Fat ass and perky titties, ayy Freak bitch, you want me, then come get me E-girls, they look like pixies Sex party, drugs in our nose, it's a fucking frenzy She say I'm fucking up her head, she say I drive her crazy She ask me how I sleep at night, I told her, "Heavenly" Highway 150 Off the pills and Rémy And the GLOCK 9 with me In case shit get sticky Toxic, baby, this our chemical romance And shooter with me just like JoJo Stand And they tote drums like a marching band Can't get too close, I can't let you in Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Chills up her spine, my hands on her body Look in your eyes, I can tell you want me No turning back, girl, it's all or nothing Pour up two lines, damn, my cup so bloody Hit from the back, choke you out, we're fucking Lay on your chest, I feel your heart rushing Cash out on drugs and Sanrio plushies [Outro: Hi-C, Travis Touchdown & Sylvia Christel] Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy (Hello), ayy Oh (Hello), oh Oh (Hello), oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh (You know, you really suck at your job) Life is more important than some job That is why I am busy shopping right now You, on the other hand, are busy killing people Because that is all you ever do What? Am I wrong? Well, I guess not