paroles de chanson Hellcat - Shakewell , Germ

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahahaha
Exhalin′ dope smoke,
Then I hit up Germ, might need a [?] tow (Ha-ha, ha)
Nicotine and we gon' keep this .30 and I′m slow-mo (Pop-pop, pop)
Like, oh no, why LAPD kick in our door for? (Oh no, no)
Said they think I'm trappin', bitch,
I′m rappin′, got this gold fo' (Haha, Sip)
Born Sinner, Lord willin′, I don't get my dome split (Huh?)
That′s why I got my four-fifth tucked right,
Let's hear this flow shift (Boom, boom, boom)
Hellcat, couple foreign hoes, Glocks in they backpack (Rrah)
Stage you out that black bag, can′t trust no ho, this Baghdad
Okay, you mad-mad,
Tried to rob his pack then sell it back-back (Mad-mad, mad)
[?], I mean I'm Shameless, read my back tat' (Tat′-tat′, nat)
You cat-cat, I ain't ever seen you serve no pack-pack (Oh no, no)
Bitch, [?] (Huh? Huh? Bitch, Sip)
Back-to-back business with the bank, I don′t know how to act (Gas)
Rambo hit my line like, "Where you at?
" Bitch, ain't no time for that (Bitch)
Thirty-five for these thirties,
Do you dirty, you not worthy, slatt (Huh?)
Moving out, sliding that fire, [?], nooses tied
Dawg pulled a script out (Oh no),
Told him I need benzo by the hundred count (Pop-pop, pop)
I be duckin′ off Roxy, nodding on a new couch (Woah)
Got two spouts (Oh no),
New crib and that shit came with a guest house (Ha, ha-ha)
Guess that's why they envy, half my age I could buy a Bentley
I bet she′d neck me in that Maybach, I speak facts (Hah), lil' nigga
Cashing checks, state-to-state, we havin' racks (Huh?), lil′ nigga
Off this rap (Hah), lil′ nigga, you get packed up, lil' nigga (Bitch)
Blue pills and blue strips, tryna die rich (Huh?), lil′ nigga (Huh?)