Hellcat Kenny Songtext
von Young Thug feat. Lil Uzi Vert

Wake up, F1LTHY (turn it up)
Yeah, turn it up, too much
Yeah

Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I′ma f- your b- (ah)
Demon child, I could get your mama rich (graah, graah)
Got no problem gettin' in yo sisters kid (bow, bow, bow)
Got no problem gettin′ all yo' children lit (on God, yeah)
Hellcat Kenny, this a f- jet (yeah)
I been in the trenches givin' everything back (everything back)

You could ask my homies and my goddamn-damn
All this muhf- money off my shows, off of the road (road)
Put these boys on spoke, for fifty, he gone broke (grrah)
Hellcat the folks, suck me out my clothes
Shawty came with force (force)
F- lil′ homie claimin′? Keep that on the porch (ha)
(Yeah)


I just spent half a million dollars on the Superbowl (no lie)
I just bought a ring, cost a Superbowl (goddamn)
I just bought some lean worth a Superbowl (goddamn) (pew)
I just felt her cream, ain't no SuperSoak′ (huh, huh, woo)

I'm a big player, you got foreign spell (yeah)
I came in your bed, I drink only red (red)
Yeah, killer head (killer)
She killin′ sh- (yeah, yeah)
F- her man, I'm just tellin′ you what the broad said
I'm whippin' the Benz, no cam on that b- and that′s all that he said (that′s all that he said)
I'm f- that b- in the layup, I didn′t even know she was player (damn)

Oh, that's your shrimp? He dressin′ in Armani, huh
Oh, that's your b-? I didn′t just wanna hit (didn't even wanna hit her)
I'm jumpin′ the fence, I came with the, "Ayy-ayy-ayy" (grah, grah-grah)
Ain′t nothin' wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon′ play (on god)
Yeah, c- in the crack and she was bad
And she was snatched, never gon' cap
F- a dispatch (f- a dispatch)

Pull up a MAC, think you better than me, then you smoke crack (then you smoke crack)
I got the racks, if I go broke then she never come back
None of these n-, they statin′ the facts
F- that b-, do it right from the back
Most of these n-, they loyal, huh


I ain't even gotta look, turnin′ my back
Some of these n- out here, they be rats
I walk around with three million in my bag
I put the birds in the back of a Track'
Cat on my car, but this sh- not a Jag'

My b-, she′s a frea-ea-ea-eak (yeah)
She beggin′ me just to come p- in her crack (uh)
I looked at her crazy, I never did' that
This my first time doin′ that and I did it
We pray to the baby 'cause money religion
We don′t hold no grudges 'cause business is business, b-

Huh? What? (We pray to the baby ′cause money religion)
(We don't hold no grudges, business is business, like)
(We don't hold no grudges, business is business)