Hellkat Charger lyrics

[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin' up?
Yeah, go
Go, ah, ha, yeah
Go, go, go, yeah (Six7 on the beat)

[Verse 1]
I got a load of the packs (Load)
Hit from the back, got a hold of her tracks (Ha)
I’m with the smoke, n*gga, know that it's static
Try the f*ck sh*t, put a hole in your cap (No cap)
f*ck all that talking, we that that's cap (That’s cap)
I want the bands, I don't care about rap
Did this sh*t on my own, gonna figure it out
Put the smoke in the air then we airin' it out (It out)
I want the racks, you can keep all the clout (Clout)
pus*y get wet, I'ma bring her a towel
They see them diamonds on me, they like, "Wow" (Wow)
Run in your trap, make you moo like a cow
We havin' pints, what the f*ck is drought?
I run this sh*t, what the talkin' about?
Missing court every time, they got a foul
Get out the mud, I'm [?]
[?] smoked an ounce (Ounce)
I hit the trap one time, make it bounce
Molly santan stuffed up in the couch
No more of that, gotta make mama proud, uh
[Chorus]
Balenciaga
I cannot kick it, I got on Prada
Hit from the back, she call me father
Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger
Balenciaga
I cannot kick it, I got on Prada
Hit from the back, she call me father
Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger

[Verse 2]
Yeah, huh
Keep [?], yeah, ha
Where is the crate? n*gga, bring in the box
'Member they talkin’ that sh*t on the opps
Yeah, [?]
[?] Glen from opps
Yeah, really tote sticks, ain’t no prop
Came from the bricks with no pops
Talk all that sh*t and get popped
Shouldn't of changed your spot, oh
You with the sh*t, is not? No
You know we get to the guap, go

[Chorus]
Balenciaga
I cannot kick it, I got on Prada
Hit from the back, she call me father
Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger
Balenciaga
I cannot kick it, I got on Prada
Hit from the back, she call me father
Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger