Tee Grizzley – Hellcat

Shit we smokin’ strong, you could smell that
Y’all niggas clowns, no circus
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at

And that Bentley truck so big, I might hit her in the whip
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet

Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Hellcat got 200 on it
I’m a grizzly but I be wit’ all pits
We don’t bang gangs, we rep hoods, yes
Yo’ bitch ain’t see no money, she got all dick
[Verse 1]
Say my name, they merkin’
My hoe from Europe
When it come to gettin’ this money, we can’t fail that
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Aye
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Tell them boys that I want yo’ top, better not let them spot you

That’s three days before my old dude birthday, rest in peace
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
Ain’t sittin’ in no trap, they take them long trips
You know I got you, big baby
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
[Chorus]
In the trap house dressed like a whole cop, .45 wit’ the binoculars
ACTIVATED drop May 11th, man
[?]
That ain’t the only thing she left, that bitch left hickies on my dick

Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
If I drove to your city, I got all sticks
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Hair trigger, don’t hit my hip
I’m motivation for the ‘Gram, might up a fifty strip
[Chorus]
Niggas want beef, put money on ’em
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Street niggas gettin’ chased like surgeons
When I go on stage I’m in Givenchy drip
She know I’m showin’ up, she fuckin’
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
I’m from Joy Road, Lee from Six Mile, Mario from Brightmoor
You a turnaround and come back wit’ that dog shit
High school days used to have niggas runnin’ from me
She got up out my bed and left to Philly for a trip

In the Maybach, closed curtains
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Helluva made this beat, baby
Shoes Italian with German
Ridin’ in this motherfuckin’ Hellcat
When she asked me for a bag, I told her, "Naw, bitch!"
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Draco wit’ that blue light from Wakanda
Beam on every strap, when we up states you see a light show, hol’ up
[Verse 2]
In the trenches wit’ a 100 of ’em
No finessin’, we would nail you to the cross quick
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
[Intro]
Thirty hangin’ out no curfew
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
And my niggas on the east side all rich
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
Come back to the trenches, I take off that pretty shit
If y’all niggas feelin’ like Kermit, chopper ready lil’ nigga start jumpin’
Pockets on [?], no Sherman
[Chorus]
It ain’t gon’ stop there, I want his mans next
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
They scammin’ in my city, it’s a jugg, facts
Probably in my Dickies fit
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
[?] street no thermos
Free Meek Milly, niggas can’t even pop no wheelies ’round this bitch
Shout-out to BocBoy JB, nigga, this beat hard as fuck
Everything foreign down to my Balenciagas