Rank3 + Punchout! (Speed Buster) Hi-C

[Intro: Holly Summers, Travis Touchdown & Hi-C]
Do you like fighting?
Yup
Do you like killing?
Live for it
Do you like fear?
Can't say, never felt it (Go, go)
Do you accept death? (Go, go)
Death? Never crossed my mind (Go, go)
(Heaven or Hell, let's rock)
Yeah, Hi-C, bitch (Go, go, go)

[Verse 1]
Ksubis cost like three hundred (Go)
The B.B. belt cost like three hundred (Go)
BAPE camo cost like five hundred (What else?)
Dior shoes six hundred (What else?)
The Styrofoam cup cost me a few hundred (Woah)
Vivienne chain like fifteen onions (What elsе?)
Finna hit Melrose in a two-door Comet
Finna fuck up a chеck right now like, "Fuck it" (Woah)
Blowing up my phone, lil' bitch, no comment
You ain't talking 'bout bands, gotta change the subject
Bitches love Hi-C, I'm a trending topic
Fucking on his ho, no repercussions
In this ho, I feel like fifteen onions
But I didn't pay shit 'cause my lil' bro punched it
Lot of drip on me, I need a bucket (What else?)
I was at the mall getting top in public
Fucking on her friend before we leave
Taste her pussy when she suck it (Damn)
Say you want smoke, nigga, how you want it? (Damn)
Big GLOCK on me so it might get ugly (Woah)
Blow his brains like a volcanic eruption (Woah)
And the hollow tips stay hot like ovens
On the Russian cream with the zaza stuffing (Go)
Nigga popped them beans, get his heart rate pumping
Designer fit but it look so grungy
In the AMG, told lil' bro punch it (Go, go)
Bitches don't want you 'cause they know you bummy (Go)
Bitches want Hi-C but I want these hundreds (Go, go)
You 21, why'd you still cuff it? (Go)
Finna put this dick in her throat and stomach (Go, go)
Running through these hoes 'cause they go for nothing (Go)
Got the Icecream kicks in every color (Go)
And the two-door coupe strawberry jam (Go)
Interior is peanut better (Go)
I'm superior, bitch, there's no other (Go)
Let me hit that spot and make you shudder (Go)
Gonna fuck his ho, he won't recover (Go)
Up in that Porsche, nigga, burning rubber (Go)