(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 n***as 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 n***a 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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