Germ - HELLCAT (feat. Shakewell) lyrics
[Germ - HELLCAT feat. Shakewell lyrics]
Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, haha haha
Exhalin' dope smoke, then I hit up Germ
Might need a pole tote (Ha ha, ha)
Nicotine and weed 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 they think I'm trappin'
Bitch, I'm rappin', got this gold fo'
(Haha, Sip)
Born Sinner, Lord willin'
I don't get my dome split (Huh?)
That's why I got my four-fifth tucked
Right next to this floor shift
(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
Time to rob this pack then sell it back back
(Mad mad, mad)
Dilo sin vergüenza, mean I'm Shameless
Read my back tat' (Tat' tat', nat)
You cat-cat
I ain't ever seen you serve no pack pack
(Oh, no, no) bitch ass police left the scale
But took my iPad (Huh? Huh? Bitch, Sip)
Back-to back business with the bank
I don't know how to act (Gas)
Rambo 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, slut
(Huh?) moving out, sliding that fire, they
Havin' these bad vibes, 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 passed to
Lil' nigga (Bitch)
Blue pills and blue strips, tryna die rich
(Huh?) , lil' nigga (Huh?)
Exhalin' dope smoke, then I hit up Germ
Might need a pole tote (Ha ha, ha)
Nicotine and weed 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 they think I'm trappin'
Bitch, I'm rappin', got this gold fo'
(Haha, Sip)
Born Sinner, Lord willin'
I don't get my dome split (Huh?)
That's why I got my four-fifth tucked
Right next to this floor shift
(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
Time to rob this pack then sell it back back
(Mad mad, mad)
Dilo sin vergüenza, mean I'm Shameless
Read my back tat' (Tat' tat', nat)
You cat-cat
I ain't ever seen you serve no pack pack
(Oh, no, no) bitch ass police left the scale
But took my iPad (Huh? Huh? Bitch, Sip)
Back-to back business with the bank
I don't know how to act (Gas)
Rambo 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, slut
(Huh?) moving out, sliding that fire, they
Havin' these bad vibes, 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 passed to
Lil' nigga (Bitch)
Blue pills and blue strips, tryna die rich
(Huh?) , lil' nigga (Huh?)