Lil’ Durk & Only The Family – Hellcats & Trackhawks Lyrics

(Where his shows at?)
He get away, we on his ass, where he parole at? (Where he parole at?)
I be hatin’ when these rappers, call these rappers brothers (Brothers)
Only The Family in my eyes, bitch, we got each other (Yeah)
I popped a Perc’ and drunk a gallon, man, that hurt my stomach (Man, what?)
Doin’ the dash inside the Lamb’, that shit had make me vomit (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck from the back, I pull her hair, she screamin’ while she cummin’ (She cummin’)
Got foenem’ G-locks, they be clutchin’ every time they servin’ (Gang)
With all that rah-rah, like you like that, come around, you nervous (On gang)
Sneaky talkin’ like you like that, now you actin’ turtle (On gang)
Yeah, you ain’t like that, you ain’t catch a murder
Opps be threatenin’ me in my DM, we ain’t never worried (We ain’t never worried)
Bleed, free Lil Steve, yeah, I concur (Concur)
He be to himself but he’ll catch a murder (Catch a murder)
I’m smokin’ weed, I don’t f*ck with dirty (f*ck with dirty)
Can’t trust a E, ’cause these bitches dirty (‘Cause these bitches dirty)
I feel like Gleesh when I clutch my .30 (Uh)
Get out the streets, bitch, you touchin’ thirty (Touchin’, uh)
Deeski been trappin’, he just touched a thirty (Touched a—, uh)
Rich O be cappin’ but you know that brodie (Yeah)
Uh, ayy Booka put the switch on for me broski (Broski)
Uh, these niggas lookin’ like these niggas know me (Know me)
Yeah, you ain’t my brodie, you ain’t my dawg or homie (Homie)
We got poppin’, now they all our homies (Gang)
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches (Let’s get it)
They just suckin’ dick ’cause I don’t lick bitches (Gang, gang)
He know I f*cked his BM, now he sick with it (Gang, gang, gang)
Shot in his shit so when he spit, you know he twitch with it
Hellcats and Trackhawks (Let’s get it)
They got Timmy on the turn-off and the blast-off (Go)
He went and got caught for that body, took his mask off (Take is mask off)
She a ungrateful lil’ bitch, I take her ass off (Take her ass off)
Give me them titties back (Bitch)
They call my phone like, “Get them glizzys back”, bitch
Tell your favorite rapper we ain’t feelin’ that, bitch
Tell your favorite trapper we ain’t hearin’ that (Let’s get it)
He want four thou’ but I got two, so nigga give me that (Man, give me that)
This stick up easy, this shit pity pie (This shit pity pie)
Know how I bleed, this where my city at (Where my city at)
I’m from the ‘Raq, you know it’s litty there (You know it’s litty there)
I ain’t never bleed, that rapper get me there (Yeah) (Where his pole at?)
We on his ass, where his shows at? [Verse: Lil Durk]
I remember claiming Dipset (Let’s get it)
I had some bitches on my line, I told them bitches get they lips wet (Bitch, get your lips wet)
Lock that door, where them bowls at? (Let’s get it)
Search for his gun, where his pole at?