This a widebody hellcat, hope I don’t crash And I bet it fishtails when I hit the gas Yeah I got that long pape I don’t got to brag If you look inside my stash issa big bag 900 for my pants and they got thigh pads Got a case on the way do not drop my glass All my bitches got pape got bands on top of bands No, I can’t smoke with you yo weed look like grass Got some cars in the back all parked on the grass I just bought a redeye and it is too fast Put sum pape on yo head they gon bust yo ass Got 3 zips of exotics stuffed in my gucci bag Got a bitch on the way she got a fat ass Had to call that bitch back she made me cum fast If I see red and blue lights I’m gon hit my gas This a percocet girl gon and take half
All my shoes designer they come with book bags I be doin fraud not cookin up crack Got a Fendi bag on ice for when she get mad I can’t let my cup spill I’m sorry we gon crash I live in the ‘burbs I still keep my mag Red in my cotton candy its purple slash black Got like 6 bedrooms for bathrooms to smash If you see her in my house she ain’t coming back