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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sexyy Red
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janae Wherry
Songwriter
Ernest Day Jr.
Songwriter
Izaiah Jakeel McIntosh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawn Ferrari
Producer
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Mixing Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Young Rari
Yoom, yoom
It's Sexyy
Yeah
Bad bitches, we like fast cars
We like **** that sell drugs with fast cars
[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, ****, 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 weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look 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 arch
Tell that ****, "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 mode, ****, I ain't no regular ho
I-I don't do insurance for my whips, this ain't Geico
Key-key-key my car, you want to, stupid bitch, yeah, I bite 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, ****, 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 weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look 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 arch
Tell that ****, "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 **** in a foreign, servin'
R-real bad bitch, ain't nothin' 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, ****, 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 weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look 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 arch
Tell that ****, "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, ****, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, ****, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, ****, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, ****, coulda been nuttin' in me
Yoom, we out
Written by: Ernest Day Jr., Izaiah McIntosh, Janae Wherry