Lyrics

SRT hellcat we breaking the bank Wocky feel tipsy i'm sipping that drank We the best duo like Ratchet and Clank Sharks in the pool, get a bigger tank Ghosting that bitch im feeling delirious Calling me back she always be furious Too many drugs feeling delirious Mufuckin' bitch couldn't take nothing serious SRT hellcat we breaking the bank Wocky feel tipsy i'm sipping that drank We the best duo, he Ratchet im Clank We sharks in the pool, we need a bigger tank Ghosting that bitch im feeling mysterious Calling me back she always be furious Too many drugs i'm feeling delirious Left my old bitch couldn't take nothing serious Im sipping some wock, i'm sipping the mud Finna go smoke, i got me some bud Told her "Don't give a fuck with Zeke i'm up" 'Cause we get high, high as the birds We giving you shit, like you a turd Don't play with us, not part of Turks! You broke beat bum and i gotta work She gave me the word I'm hitting the swerve The molly she geekin, a whole 'nother world Give it one hundred, ain't talking about benjis Whole 'nother level we swerving the bentleys Brand new trackhawk, we shopping at fendi You not top 5, don't try to offend me You not Top 5, don't try to offend me SRT hellcat we breaking the bank Wocky feel tipsy i'm sipping that drank We the best duo, he Ratchet im Clank We sharks in the pool, we need a bigger tank Ghosting that bitch im feeling mysterious Calling me back she always be furious Too many drugs i'm feeling delirious Left my old bitch couldn't take nothing serious Hop in the SRT, then i speed off Keeping the sticks on me like i play golf This hellcat too fast man you can never track it Keep talking my shit because you know imma back it Hopped on a song with 5-5 call him Backend- Baby you know you cannot catch me lacking I'm in the studio man stop that nagging Finna hit up my bitch, imma call maggie You feeding off of me like you a maggot I got the scooby, gonna do you like shaggy I am unknown, i am a mystery For all the pain i know i call it misery I don't care bout you, changing for the better me Said you're gonna top me? but you're not better than me Getting money, stand on bread like i'm buttery Bet i pull out the chopper, bet it's stuttering
Writer(s): Isai Polanco, José Peña Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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