Hellcats SRTs 2 lyrics

[Intro: Sexyy Red]
(Young Rari)
Yoom, yoom
It's Sexyy
Yeah
Bad b*tches, we like fast cars
We like n*ggas that sell drugs with fast cars (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Sexyy Red & Lil Durk]
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad b*tch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that sh*t in park (Go, go, skrrt)
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that n*gga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars (Yeah, man, what?)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Fifty-fifty, split my bill with who? Don't play with my lil' b*tch (No)
I got booster b*tchеs, don't steal Amiri, they keep a Nike Tеch (Go, go)
Glo ain't link with Doodie, but I know Sexyy want one night with Threat (Sex, sex)
Want me to eat her coochie, but I ain't no goofy, I can't go for that (Let's get it, let's get it)
C-H-I-C-A-G-O, go, b*tch, we from the 'Raq (Bah, brrah)
Smoke before we f*ck in the hotel, got my deposit snatched
Nah, this ain't no Scat or no 'Cat, b*tch, this just a Track' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Suck it while I'm drivin', wig fall, I just hold it back (Go, go, go)
Can't be seen when I pull up, I f*cked your friend, her shiesty ass
Vanish mode, I did that for a reason, he gon' beat her ass
Leave in the middle of sex, I grab my scale with my lil' Libra ass (Go)
I know your kids fans, but if you plan, I'm down to beat your ass (Yeah, yeah, man—)
[Chorus: Sexyy Red]
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad b*tch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that sh*t in park
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that n*gga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

[Verse 2: Sexyy Red]
You drunk? You swervin', I'm Sexyy, so he nervous
Bustin' hooks with my n*gga in a foreign, servin' (Yoom)
R-real bad b*tch, ain't nothin' average, that's for certain
He used to can't handle Big Sexyy, but he learnin'
B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin'
Pull up in somethin' fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets
D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I'm a savage
He used to f*ck with lames, now he f*ckin' with the baddest (Sexyy)

[Chorus: Sexyy Red]
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad b*tch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that sh*t in park
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that n*gga cash out for a whip if he want my heart (Yeah)
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars
[Outro: Sexyy Red]
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, n*gga, come and nut in me
Yoom, we out