'24 Helldawg (feat. Illustrated)

I slide in Ducati, I hop in da lobby The valet gon pay if they scrape the matte grey Bitch steady talking, get outta my way 5-star chilling the rest of the day I prefer Martucci over Balmain Fuck nigga, get lost, stay in yo lane Luxurious living, they cleaning my kitchen I'm dining china the fine type of dishes I got Martucci and I got Margelli I spit on her coochie and rub on her belly The coochie lil hairy, but I am not scary I spread it like jelly, she shake it like Deli uh Eating it up like a sandwich I am the man, so I'm making her man wish Shorty she tweaking, she calling me savage She is a bad bitch, never been average Twenty three summers watch Just how I whip this Helldawg Even on my best day I'm going thru Hell dawg I drown my pain in custom rims Dimmer shade and extra tint Big exhaust like auto tren Do the most to get the win Molly in my drank It got me moving like I'm superhuman Blunt so fucking big It's like I'm smoking on a fucking cuban Eat a opp like he a reuben Why yo bitches steady movin All up on my dick Why I'm always talking shit Ole buddy strung out over a bitch Well she not a bitch, cuz she really well educated I be tryna tell homie, need to get medicated Get a shorty smarter than u, fairly well melanated Chitty chat chattering, why u so flatter me I really need like a way bigger salary Yeah nigga crunch time, Get to the celery Big nigga season, just like Trel n me She got the celery, I got the soup I just pull off of the lot in a coupe I just be vibing, I'm high off the boof Shorty she mine, my Betty Boop Cook in the Stu, I be cooking the Stu Check out the jaw I be doing the mew Doing the mew while Monday fun day She want a kid, so I give her a few I slide in Ducati, I hop in da lobby The valet gon pay if they scrape the matte grey Bitch steady talking, get outta my way 5-star chilling the rest of the day I prefer Martucci over Balmain Fuck nigga, get lost, stay in yo lane Luxurious living, they cleaning my kitchen I'm dining china the fine type of dishes Wit a baddie, she from Cuba That's a Cuban link Know I like it rose gold So you know that hair is pink We gone do the most Ain't no going thru the motions She can tell me anything Cuz I'm good wit emotions We gon run the train It's like we into locomotion She loco for my motion The coco got her golden I'm reaching for my lotion She sipping on my potion I'm feeling like a demon She took my kids and freed them These niggas gone pull up with ooters n pistols What u expect me to run or go blam I pull up n fight Jean Claude Van Damme Don't stop at red lights, or you going night night Sing a lil lullaby, eternal sleep Putting yo ass like 6 feet deep They can't afford casket, the foes gettin mad shit They bury you in that lil Cherokee Jeep Kollis got k's, the k's, grenades Act like a bitch and you'll really get spade Life is a game that I already play I'm trying to get in the game anyday I'm on that lil trip to Guadalajara Fuck nigga run a fade, now not tomorrow I drop the addy, you better pull up Or you just a pussy, we get it in blood I slide in Ducati, I hop in da lobby The valet gon pay if they scrape the matte grey Bitch steady talking, get outta my way 5-star chilling the rest of the day I prefer Martucci over Balmain Fuck nigga, get lost, stay in yo lane Luxurious living, they cleaning my kitchen I'm dining china the fine type of dishes