Hellcat, hop out with the gat, super predator

My pistol black, I got magazines like an editor

Your body splat, Man worry bout your team no competitor

Get kidnapped, tranquilizers hit ya feel the sedative

Bullets chasin' you can't even run home to your relatives

Close range, hit ya two feet, like a pedicure

Bitch petty, told her y'ain't need to block my cellular

I tell ya what, ain't not drama bitch you know we blow ya up

I'm in the cut, shoutout to my mother, raised a fuckin' mutt

Bitch I'm a dog, told ya I'm a fuckin' mutt, don't give no fuck

I spend it all, like what's that? Benji? Alexander?

That's my new coat, like a panther, got the patches. with the leather

Got the black tint like a camper, and my cup dirty, like a hamper

My bitch foreign I don't understand it, she was slangin' like a salamander

And a lot of **** love to slander, So I always gotta keep my hammer

And your main bitch on my planters, like where the fuck is your manners?

Ask on my regular, don't hit the cellular, just hit the messenger, I got the addicts

I'm countin' the money, I'm thumbing a fetty, I hop out the telsa with girls like I'm teddy

Money it come and it go, went to the strip n' my pockets start bustin' confetti

This money it come and it go, I want the ice on my til' it feel like a yeti

P90 bullets gon' hit you, spaghetti, my shooters they bout it, they pull up, they ready

I upgrade your bitch to what's patek? from chevy, I think that bitch want me, she calling me daddy

Pull up and **** start feelin' the pressure, their heart rate increasin' they palms gettin' sweaty

Bullets a bullet yeah it'll give you a wedgie, my bitch diamonds wet that's a Tiffany swirley

Hey, up in this bitch goin' turbo, remix the walk with the K-rolls

I got your main on my payroll, I fucked that bitch like yesterday, what you just seen was a day old

**** really get they wig snapped, big Glock with the kickback

Leave your body at the playground, where my little **** slid at

Pull off in a big cat, pull up count a big rack

Ride down the street with a choppa, call that shit P90-X

Pistol with a diamond grip, I add a damn extended clip

I'm really bout' the friendly fire, **** fuck that friend-ship

I'm really bout' my fuckin' lyrics, you can check my penmanship

And if you come 'round startin' drama, **** I'm gon' end ya shit

End ya shit, really end ya shit, get all in ya shit

We in your crib, and we in ya bitch, really ain't shit

Heard I was a asshole, but **** y'ain't seen shit

My **** rappers, and they trappers **** y'ain't been shit

Real **** still alive, risk county goin' five

You can look me in my eyes, young **** but I'm wise

Told my little **** mask up, cuz he ain't guaranteed twice

It's real hot outside, bath towel off white

On the block with my Glock, caught these **** actin' like cops

I'm known to sell some hard shit, but ain't servin' no rock

Got wound up them snitch **** always pitchin' that drop

You fuck around with young federline, you fuck around n' get popped