Hell Cat ft. Andrew Kelly Lyrics

One plus three and that's B

My style is free in back seats

Pass me a mic when the track meet

Rap elite and I toe tag beats

As we proceed I knock it out in the nose bleeds

Show you what being a pro means

You should know we ain't ever have cold feet

Even in the winter time no heat I'm up no sleep

Till the break of Dawn till we takin off

I could show you how to make a song

Get your paper long

Take a loss then shake it off

Bounce back take it all

Don't you know I came to ball

Check it this is my profession

Since an adolescent I ain't miss my direction

I ain't ever been bested just invested

Into every single sentence I've perfected

You ain't gotta like it but you gone respect it

Look I ain't wanna do it to them

But some people talking down on my name I'm a Duke Nukem

I'm in the mood to move Newton's

Gotta elevate a classroom full of new students

You can get held back

Dipping in a stale bag

Spitting them wack rhymes sloppy as a jail tat

Pussy footing knowing damn well I'm a hell cat

All the OGs like damn I really felt that B

Bitch I flip my wrist like young thug

Y'all gone be so shocked when you find out I'm unplugged

Because I'm so electric I'm a fucking tank

Out on the septic I don't take double takes

Boy I never go for seconds

You don't get it though I write my fucking writtens in a septic tank

You always tripping god damn you like Chevy Chase

Gone in seconds word to Billy Mays

I'm always asking when I'm a live to see some better days

If I'm a chicken you the featherweight

And you getting plucked bitch

You make me crabby and that's probably why my nuts itch

Boy you lacking and I bet you probably love quitting

And that fuck shit don't function in my function

Busting out the condom the doctor's rush in

Fucking freaking the fuck out concussion

Baby boy got his head cracked gushing blood

And forever he is going to be stunting

But he a big boy and he big headed

What he do is his choice man he thick breaded

Embedded in sections on a fucking intersections two cars intersecting

In the middle in his intestines death in milliseconds son

Going to make a million seconds

Boy I left for minutes when I left and I just missed it

I was pressured into saying that

I know God's praying for me I ain't fucking praying back

I'm a choke you with you chain how your chain react

Chain reaction of a maniac brainiac

I ain't a fucking puppet don't make me act

How you want it this hit you like Ayahuasca

Bitch I don't act but I deserve an Oscar

I'll skirt my whip on the outskirt

On my bitches mouth give a new canal first

Then I fuck her on sudden outburst

I don't need a manager to see how that mouth works