Letras
'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari (Skrt, skrt)
Yeah, sing, sing, sing, she in the truck, truck (Woo)
If she get in (Can you get in?)
We really bend blocks, young nigga spin
Most of my niggas trapping, dodging felonies (Yo Pi'erre, yo Pi'erre)
I'm in the booth with the melodies
She was in my DM, talking too recklessly
I ain't respond she was 17
I go to my hunting if niggas start acting funny
I start clapping and clear the scene
I'm usually a red sipper, and it's raw
I won't settle for a pint of green
Got me tucking this .40 caliber
I'm pumped, like I like my bitches when they really mean
I don't care if you maxed out, get you packed out
Got some killers inside the Bim'
Eating Bossa Nova with a lil bitty bad bitch
And she won't ever get a ring
Hellcat sound just like a 'Rari, hear the pipes sing
Hellcat
'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari (Skrt, skrt)
Yeah, sing, sing, sing, she in the truck, truck (Woo)
If she get in (Can you get in?)
We really bend blocks, young nigga spin
Gripping all over her back then bussin her ex, still selling nickels
XD, .45 got hot, and a nigga had fell victim
Waiting for my plate, pouring up Akorn
Right in front of Hell's Kitchen
Mixing up all this Palm Angels, and this Chrome Heart
You can tell I'm still pitching
Let my brother Kwame out of the G wall
Know he in the cell lifting
Niggas saying that they ain't the police
But this paperwork tell different
If you want a bag, hit me on my Bat-phone
Cause I know these niggas listen
Walk into the club, too many racks on me
Paperwork different
Hellcat
'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari
It sound just like a 'Rari (Skrt, skrt)
Yeah, sing, sing, sing, she in the truck, truck (Woo)
If she get in (Can you get in?)
We really bend blocks, young nigga spin
Hellcat