Hell Cats - Intellectual

[Chorus: Kasher Quon]

Hellcats, a lotta racks

Fucking hoes, more straps

I'm on my young nigga shit

Young niggas run this bitch

Hellcats, a lotta racks

Fucking hoes, more straps

I'm on my young nigga shit

Young niggas run this bitch

Ain't no role model, still on the road, I still get it in

Stil shooting trips [?] trips to the ten

Just dropped me a new cat, like fuck a new Benz

My young dawg just made it back with them racks again

All these niggas talking down, what's that capping for?

Like I ain't been did this shit, and I'm back for more

Your bitch have some good pussy, had to ask for more

Fell off a couple times, now I'm back with bro

I'm back, nigga, eating crab legs in my Versace

My bitch [?] you do for [?] Hibocci

Bad thick brownskin, she look like [?]

All these diamonds on me cold, make it feel like December

That's your bitch on my line, but you know I spent her

Send me an address, but I still didn't get her

You done tricked with the bitch, and you still ain't hit her

Pour a duse everyday, R.I.P. my liver

Hit your mans with a chop, R.I.P. that nigga

If I was you, man, I wouldn't wanna be that nigga

[?] take you upstairs, don't wanna meet that nigga

Boy tryna snatch my chain, I'll beat that nigga

Heard your mans locked up, they can keep that nigga

Cooked up [?] don't wanna eat that, nigga

Facing 15 or 20, I can't see that nigga

Basicley, what I'm saying, is I don't wanna be that nigga

Hellcats, a lotta racks

Fucking hoes, more straps

I'm on my young nigga shit

Young niggas run this bitch

Hellcats, a lotta racks

Fucking hoes, more straps

I'm on my young nigga shit

Young niggas run this bitch