(Hook)

Hop out the hellcat

You hop in scat

We on that real shit

We speakin' facts

Shooters on papers them boys trained to attack

You say you got smoke then lil’ bro get you whacked

Was off of them percs and shit had to relax

My grandma had p's and yo daddy got taxed

I ain't never had shit swear to god no cap

In the back of the benz with the bands on my lap

(Verse #1 Bando Baby)

Pull up in hellcat 2 on the dash

When I was broke I still had true’s on my ass

I'm true to the gang I'm true to the pack

You sendin' some shots and we shoot em' right back

Bando Baby I was born in the trap

I stay with the stick like my lips always chapped

Double G's on my pants and you was in chaps

Don't need no advance I been up in my bag

(Hook)

Hop out the hellcat

You hop in scat

We on that real shit

We speakin' facts

Shooters on papers them boys trained to attack

You say you got smoke then lil’ bro get you whacked

Was off of them percs and shit had to relax

My grandma had p’s and yo daddy got taxed

I ain't never had shit swear to god no cap

In the back of the benz with the bands on my lap

(Verse #2 Lil Candy Paint)

I remember high school when ya’ll niggas had laughed

Now I'm laughin' to the bank with a handful of cash

I had fell in love with money when I got off my ass

I was just down bad with my young nigga Spazz

Couple tinted

I'm fly just like lieutenant

And it got no roof in it

But it got yo boo in it

And that bitch just went missin’

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