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letra de hellcat - tee grizzley

[intro]
h-lluva made this beat, baby
they scammin’ in my city, it’s a jugg, facts
we don’t bang gangs, we rep hoods, yes
i’m from joy road, lee from six mile, mario from brightmoor
beam on every strap, when we up states you see a light show, hol’ up
activated drop may 11th, man
that’s three days before my old dude birthday, rest in peace
you know i got you, big baby
shoutout to blocboy jb, n-gga, this beat hard as f-ck
aye

[chorus]
ridin’ in the motherf-ckin’ h-llcat
if i catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
rest in peace pops, i need my mans back
math the only subject i ain’t fail at
ridin’ in the motherf-ckin’ h-llcat
if i catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
rest in peace pops, i need my mans back
math the only subject i ain’t fail at

[verse 1]
in the trenches wit’ a 100 of ’em
h-llcat got 200 on it
n-ggas want beef, put money on ’em
high school days used to have n-ggas runnin’ from me
shoes italian, whip german
pockets on [?], no sherman
[?]
street n-ggas gettin’ chased like surgeons
everything foreign down to my balenciagas
my hoe from europe
draco wit’ that blue light from wakanda
tell them boys that i want yo’ top, better not let them spot you
in the trap house dressed like a whole cop, .45 wit’ the binoculars
[?] street no thermos
thirty hangin’ out no curfew
in the maybach, closed curtains
y’all n-ggas clowns, no circus
say my name, they merkin’
she know i’m showin’ up, she f-ckin’
if y’all n-ggas feelin’ like kermit, chopper ready lil’ n-gga start jumpin’

[verse 2]
when i go on stage i’m in givenchy drip
come back to the trenches, i take off that pretty sh-t
probably in my d-ckies fit
hair trigger, don’t hit my hip
i’m motivation for the ‘gram, might up a fifty strip
and that bentley truck so big, i might hit her in the whip
she got up out my bed and left to philly for a trip
that ain’t the only thing she left, that b-tch left hickies on my d-ck
free meek milly, n-ggas can’t even pop no wheelies ’round this b-tch
if i drove to your city, i got all sticks
i’m a grizzly but i be wit’ all pits
yo’ b-tch ain’t see no money, she got all d-ck
when she asked me for a bag, i told her, “naw, b-tch!”
and my n-ggas on the east side all rich
ain’t sittin’ in no trap, they take them long trips
you a turnaround and come back wit’ that dog sh-t
no finessin’, we would nail you to the cross quick

[chorus]
ridin’ in this motherf-ckin’ h-llcat
if i catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
rest in peace pops, i need my mans back
math the only subject i ain’t fail at
sh-t we smokin’ strong, you could smell that
when it come to gettin’ this money, we can’t fail that
if i catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
it ain’t gon’ stop there, i want his mans next

- tee grizzley

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