Rari

'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