Sexyy Red – Hellcat SRTs Lyrics

Hellcat SRTs Lyrics by Sexyy Red

[Intro]
(Young Rari)
Younn, younn
It’s Sexyy
Yeah
Bad bitches, we like fast cars
We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars

[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the week
Fingernails exotic, got lil’ cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my origin
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Marks

[Verse 1]
Put the Benz in sport more, nigga, I ain’t no regular ho
I-I don’t do insurance for my whips, this ain’t Geico
Key-key my car, you want some, stupid bitch, yeah, I write hoes
Diamonds bussin’ through the tints and my car a lightshow
Drop-drop the top on the ‘Rari, hope the wind don’t snatch my wig
Bankroll Sexy Redd, bitch, you know I do it big
I be smokin’ Zaza out the pack, you hoes be smokin’ cigs
Been that bitch since I was in first grade, I put that on my kid

[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the week
Fingernails exotic, got lil’ cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my origin
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Marks

[Verse 2]
You drunk? You swervin’. I’m Sexyy so he nervous
Bussin’ hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin’
R-real bad bitch, ain’t a average, that’s for certain
He used to can’t handle Big Sexyy but he learnin’
B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin’
Pull up in somethin’ fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets
D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I’m a savage
He used to fuck with lames now he fuckin’ with the baddest (Sexyy)

[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the week
Fingernails exotic, got lil’ cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my origin
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Marks
[Outro]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, coulda been nuttin’ in me (Younn, we out)