[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, bah, bah (Bah, bah)
Ayy
(BB had to do it to 'em)
[Chorus]
Hellcat, Demon, Hellcat, Demon (Phew)
Lil' bitch an angel, suck like a demon (Woo)
Hellcat, Demon, Hellcat, Demon
Told him up the score (Bah), fuck gettin' even
[Verse]
I ain't puttin' no money on him, he ain't worth the tag (Boy)
Man, this lil' bitch ain't worth the bag
Nigga, how you workin' with your workin' ass? (No, for real, though)
Come here, I got a couple dollars for your twerkin' ass (Mwah)
(Bah, bah), that's the blicky, hoe (Yeah)
Pants tight as hell, it hold sixty, though
It's a hundred in this chop, I gave him fifty, though (Uh)
I got a girl, I wanna fuck, bitch, don't kiss me, hoe (Uh)
Let's get rich together (Come on)
I wanna fuck this bitch, but her shit ain't together (Yeah)
R.I.P. my twin, bitch, we used to shoot the blick together (Murk niggas)
You and your bitch, y'all ain't got shit together (Uh)
She wanna link, I bought the bitch a choker (Yeah)
Them CPNs in, they givin' cards out like Oprah (What?)
Scope on the chop, I told him turn up his focus (Bah)
She took a Percocet, I swear it turned up her hoeness (Swear to god)
I'm in the 550, drive that bitch like it's stolen (Vroom)
He on his first body, he just goin' through the motion
I hate lame niggas, I hate weird hoes
Lil Rico poppin' thirties, he don't fear those (Uh-Uh)
She keep talkin' 'bout her feelings, think I care, though
You ever loaded up a mag in Dior?
This how I make my money, I can't take you to the source (Shh, shh)
Nigga, if the bitch suckin' dick, then I'm recording (Uh)
She pulled up with her tongue out, legs open, Jordan (Hah)
My ex in the strip club beggin' for dollars
Hop out, walk her down [?]
Dick on it, but I'm still finger fuckin' the chopper (Bah, bah)
I was puttin' 'em on plays, then robbin' the robbers (Slime)
How he get some Hi-Tech? Must be fuckin' the doctor (No, for real, how he get that?)
Hop out that chop, let him hold somethin' (Yeah)
They hate on everything we do, but the hoes love it
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, bah, bah (Bah, bah)
Ayy
(BB had to do it to 'em)
[Chorus]
Hellcat, Demon, Hellcat, Demon (Phew)
Lil' bitch an angel, suck like a demon (Woo)
Hellcat, Demon, Hellcat, Demon
Told him up the score (Bah), fuck gettin' even
[Verse]
I ain't puttin' no money on him, he ain't worth the tag (Boy)
Man, this lil' bitch ain't worth the bag
Nigga, how you workin' with your workin' ass? (No, for real, though)
Come here, I got a couple dollars for your twerkin' ass (Mwah)
(Bah, bah), that's the blicky, hoe (Yeah)
Pants tight as hell, it hold sixty, though
It's a hundred in this chop, I gave him fifty, though (Uh)
I got a girl, I wanna fuck, bitch, don't kiss me, hoe (Uh)
Let's get rich together (Come on)
I wanna fuck this bitch, but her shit ain't together (Yeah)
R.I.P. my twin, bitch, we used to shoot the blick together (Murk niggas)
You and your bitch, y'all ain't got shit together (Uh)
She wanna link, I bought the bitch a choker (Yeah)
Them CPNs in, they givin' cards out like Oprah (What?)
Scope on the chop, I told him turn up his focus (Bah)
She took a Percocet, I swear it turned up her hoeness (Swear to god)
I'm in the 550, drive that bitch like it's stolen (Vroom)
He on his first body, he just goin' through the motion
I hate lame niggas, I hate weird hoes
Lil Rico poppin' thirties, he don't fear those (Uh-Uh)
She keep talkin' 'bout her feelings, think I care, though
You ever loaded up a mag in Dior?
This how I make my money, I can't take you to the source (Shh, shh)
Nigga, if the bitch suckin' dick, then I'm recording (Uh)
She pulled up with her tongue out, legs open, Jordan (Hah)
My ex in the strip club beggin' for dollars
Hop out, walk her down [?]
Dick on it, but I'm still finger fuckin' the chopper (Bah, bah)
I was puttin' 'em on plays, then robbin' the robbers (Slime)
How he get some Hi-Tech? Must be fuckin' the doctor (No, for real, how he get that?)
Hop out that chop, let him hold somethin' (Yeah)
They hate on everything we do, but the hoes love it
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