Only The Family, Lil Durk - Hellcats & Trackhawks lyrics

I remember claiming Dipset (Let's get it)
I had some bitches on my line
I told them bitches get they lips wet
(Bitch, get your lips wet)
Lock that door, where them bows at?
(Let's get it)
Search for his gun, where his pole at?
(Where his pole at?)
We on his ass, where his shows at?
(Where his shows at?)
He get away, we on his ass
Where he parole at? (Where hе parole at?)
I be hatin' when thеse rappers
Call these rappers brothers (Brothers)
Only The Family in my eyes, bitch
We got each other (yeah)
I popped a Perc' and drunk a gallon, man
That hurt my stomach (Man, what?)
Doin' the dash inside the Lamb'
That shit had make me vomit (yeah, yeah)
Fuck from the back, I pull her hair
She screamin' while she cummin'
(She cummin') got foenem' G-locks
They be clutchin' every time they servin'
(Gang) with all that rah rah, like
You like that, come around, you nervous
(On gang) sneaky talkin' like you like that
Now you actin' turtle (On gang)
Yeah, you ain't like that
You ain't catch a murder
Opps be threatenin' me in my DM
We ain't never worried
(We ain't never worried)
Bleed, free Lil Steve, yeah, I call him Curry
(Curry)
He be to himself but he'll catch a murder
(Catch a murder)
I'm smokin' weed, I don't fuck with dirty
(Fuck with dirty)
Can't trust a E, 'cause these bitches dirty
('Cause these bitches dirty)
I feel like Gleesh when I clutch my 30 (Uh)
Get out the streets, bitch
You touchin' thirty (Touchin', uh)
Dski been trappin', he just touched a thirty
(Touched a, uh)
Rich O be cappin' but you know that's brodie
(yeah) uh, ayy
Booka put the switch on for me broski
(Broski) uh, these niggas lookin' like
These niggas know me (Know me)
Yeah, you ain't my brother
You ain't my dawg or homie (Homies)
We got poppin', now they all our homies
(Woo, gang)
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches
(Let's get it) they just suckin' dick 'cause
I don't lick bitches (Gang, woo, gang)
He know I fucked his BM, now he sick with it
(Gang, gang, gang)
Shot in his shit so when he spit
You know he twitch with it
Hellcats and Trackhawks (Let's get it)
They got Timmy on the turn up
Finna blast-off (Go)
He wouldn't got caught for that body
Took his mask off (Take his mask off)
She a ungrateful lil' bitch
I take her ass off (Take her ass off)
Give me them titties back, bitch
They call my phone like
"Get them glizzys back", bitch
Tell your favorite rapper we
Ain't feelin' that, bitch
Tell your favorite trapper we
Ain't hearin' that (Let's get it)
He want four thou' but I got two
So nigga give me that (Man, give me that)
This stick up easy, this shit pity pat
(This shit pity pat)
Know how I bleed, this where my city at
(Where my city at)
I'm from the 'Raq, you know it's litty there
(You know it's litty there)
I ain't never bleed, that rap’ll get me there
(yeah)