Hellcat lyrics

[Intro: Eli Fross]
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
(PepperJack Zoe)
Fross

[Chorus: Eli Fross & Trapland Pat]
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Head crack sh*t like Cee-lo, ayy
Talk that sh*t, better get low, ayy
Don't want them dogs at your peephole, ayy
You don’t want them Z's walking down to catch one
Back end, grab a scope, just attach one
Want smoke? Roll it up, we can match one
Too much dirt in this match, grab the black one
Like, f*ck n*gga mad, get your bread up, ayy
I was f*ckin' on his b*tch, now he fed up, ayy
Know we put sh*t down if you let up, ayy
Tell Trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy
’Cause we way too sturdy
Thirty-six zips, that's a birdy
Been in thе game, no jersey
Streets so slimе, they tryna take me out early
I pick and choose with them hoes 'cause they all ain't worthy

[Verse 1: Eli Fross]
Know my n*ggas gotta talk that sh*t
Hellcat fast, but she still suck di*k
Bands on the tag, what it cost my drip
And this boy won't last when he feel this clip
[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
NYC, high speed on the one-way
I just took off, them n*ggas still on the runway
Murder on my mind, f*ck it, this a redrum day
Rollin' off X, plus we sippin' on Bombay

[Verse 3: Eli Fross]
Dead man, dead man, them guns out
No, we don't talk much, we plot it out
Bad b*tch wanna get lit, her tongue out
Back then, she ain’t f*ck with me, but f*ck now

[Verse 4: Trapland Pat]
Four deep, pop out, hop out on the Yukon
Trapland booted, I don’t know what he on
Sleep is for the week, so I don't even sleep long
He thought he got a zip, but I gave that boy a Deon

[Verse 5: Eli Fross]
12 on my ass and I’m duckin' them n*ggas
f*ck on my b*tch like I'm f*ckin' my trigger
I get the bag and I’m talkin' them digits
Them boys on your ass 'cause that bag on your figgy

[Verse 6: Trapland Pat]
I really ran a hundred K up off Green Dots
And I don't f*ck with groupies, they be tryna take screenshots
I just cracked a seal, tryna see what this lean 'bout
And we don't pick or choose, gotta wipe the whole team out
[Chorus: Eli Fross & Trapland Pat]
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Head crack sh*t like Cee-lo, ayy
Talk that sh*t, better get low, ayy
Don't want them dogs at your peephole, ayy
You don't want them Z's walking down to catch one
Back end, grab a scope, just attach one
Want smoke? Roll it up, we can match one
Too much dirt in this match, grab the black one
Like, f*ck n*gga mad, get your bread up, ayy
I was f*ckin' on his b*tch, now he fed up, ayy
Know we put sh*t down if you let up, ayy
Tell Trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy
'Cause we way too sturdy
Thirty-six zips, that's a birdy
Been in the game, no jersey
Streets so slime, they tryna take me out early
I pick and choose with them hoes 'cause they all ain't worthy

[Outro: Trapland Pat & Eli Fross]
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy