Songtext Hellkat charger Splurge

Hellkat charger

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

I got a load of the packs (Load)
Hit from the back, got a hold of her tracks (Ha)
I’m with the smoke, nigga, know that it's static
Try the fuck shit, put a hole in your cap (No cap)
Fuck all that talking, we that that's cap (That’s cap)
I want the bands, I don't care about rap
Did this shit 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)
Pussy 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 fuck is drought?
I run this shit, 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

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

Yeah, huh
Keep [?], yeah, ha
Where is the crate? Nigga, bring in the box
'Member they talkin’ that shit 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 shit and get popped
Shouldn't of changed your spot, oh
You with the shit, is not? No
You know we get to the guap, go

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