Hellcat Demon (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jugg Harden]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bah, bah
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas, man? (Bah, bah)
Ayy
(BB had to do it to 'em)

[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
Hellcat, Demon (b*tch), Hellcat, Demon
Lil' b*tch an angel, suck like a demon (Woo)
Hellcat, Demon, Hellcat, Demon
Told him up the score (Bah), f*ck gettin' even

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
I ain't puttin' no money on him, he ain't worth the tag (Boy)
Man, this lil' b*tch ain't worth the bag (Ain't worth the bag)
n*gga, how you workin' with your workin' ass? (No, for real, though)
Come here, I got a couple dollars for your twerkin' ass (Mwah)
(Bah, bah), that's the blicky, ho (Yeah)
Pants tight as hell, it hold sixty, though
It's a hundred in this chop, I gave him fifty, though (Uh)
I got a girl, I wanna f*ck, b*tch, don't kiss me, ho (Uh)
Let's get rich together (Come on)
I wanna f*ck this b*tch, but her sh*t ain't together (You dig?)
RIP my twin, b*tch, we used to shoot the blick together (Murder, n*gga)
You and your b*tch, y'all ain't got sh*t together (At all)
She wanna link, I bought the b*tch a choker (Yeah)
Them CPNs in, they givin' cards out like Oprah (Boy)
Scope on the chop, I told him turn up his focus (Bah)
She took a Percocet, I swear it turned up her ho-ness (Swear to God)
I'm in the 550, drive that b*tch like it's stolen (Vroom)
He on his first body, he just goin' through the motion
I hate lame n*ggas, I hate weird hoes
Lil Rico poppin' thirties, he don't fear those (Uh-uh)
She keep talkin' 'bout her feelings, think I care, though (Yeah, for real)
You ever loaded up a mag in Dior? (No fakin')
This how I make my money, I can't take you to the source (Shh, shh)
n*gga, if the b*tch suckin' di*k, then I'm recordin' (Mm)
She pulled up with her tongue out, legs open, Jordan (Hah)
My ex in the strip club beggin' for dollars
Hop out, walk you down in Balacananas
di*k on it, but I'm still finger-f*ckin' the chopper (Bah, bah)
I was puttin' 'em on plays, then robbin' the robbers (Slime)
How he get some Hi-Tech? Must be f*ckin' the doctor (No, for real, how he get that?)
Hop out with that chop, let him hold somethin'
They hate on everything we do, but the hoes love it
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
Hellcat, Demon (Yeah), Hellcat, Demon
Lil' b*tch an angel (Shh), suck like a demon (Come here)
Hellcat, Demon, Hellcat, Demon
Told him up the score (Bah, bah), f*ck gettin' even
Hellcat, Demon (Yeah), Hellcat, Demon (Vroom)
Lil' b*tch an angel, suck like a demon (Come here, baby)
Hellcat, Demon (What's poppin'?), Hellcat, Demon
Pop me a Perky, leave a b*tch creamin' (Yeah)

[Interlude: Jugg Harden & Babyface Ray]
Hellcat, Demon, yeah, n*gga
All in your f*ckin' mouth, b*tch
Yeah, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Hellcat and Demon (Hellcats, Demons), Trackhawk speedin' (Vroom)
Fresh outta Neimens (n*gga), we got what you need, n*gga (For real)
Reach in my pants, she know that I'm lit, she wanna come f*ck me again (Come on)
He back from a lick, he dirtied his gloves like GT and Dusty and them (n*gga)
See, me, I ain't tuckin' sh*t in (Uh-uh)
We all popped out, I'm f*ckin' her friends
In love with the drink, in love with the Benz
Runnin' low-key, we duckin' the feds
My n*gga be punchin', I punch in your town, I'm dumpin' the meds (For real)
You know this sh*t in me, was hustlin' now, was hustlin' then (n*gga)
Dior kickin', Soda, I got chicken, bad b*tch, I'ma tip her
Science class, made a lot in the lab, watch I Popeye flip it
Mushroom bars, lookin' for Willy Wonka, almost got my ticket (b*tch)
He catfishin', that is not your life that these boys post on Insta (Uh-uh)
Know the difference, rubber band it, keep it neat (What? Rubber band)
f*ck them n*ggas (f*ck 'em), pick a side, them or me (Them or me)