Rank5 + Moe! Slash! (Letz Shake)

[Skit: Travis Touchdown]
Am I ready? Any time
Gotcha
Moe

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell)
Yeah (Let's rock), yeah

[Verse]
She say, "Hi-C, don't hit my phone no more, I'm through with you"
Been on my mind, you don't know what I'm tryna do to you
Right now I'm fucked up off these drugs, I'm seeing two of you
You never thought this way before, I know this new to you
Forty with a beam, might end up shooting you
Them hollows piercing through his body like a damn harpoon
These niggas plotting, gotta stay away from goofy dudes
Your bitch, she on me, told her meet me at the rendezvous
She likе, "Hi-C, it's me or her, which one? You gotta choosе"
Can't catch no feelings with no bitch 'cause I'm in love with blues
She said she really wanna fuck, I wanna fuck you too
We fucking 'til the sun come up, into the afternoon (Yeah)
I'm with lil' bro, we sipping red, I told him pour a deuce (Yeah)
In this bitch, I'm kicking shit in bloody YEEZY Boosts
I'm kicking shit, I'm fly as hell, I don't need no parachute
And if you really love me, bitch, you'd get my name tattooed
These niggas lame as fuck, yeah, they [?]
[?], I see you
Hop out, two-door coupe
V12, it go vroom
Top down with no roof
Twin GLOCKs, matching tools
Night-night, click, clack, boom
Hi-C got the juice
Condo, ocean view
Just to touch on you
And to fuck on you
One night then we through
I fuck hoes in twos
I fuck hoes in groups
I'm up, and you lose
Baby, just relax, arch your back
Pull your hair, bite your neck
Hit that spot, make you wet
Baby, then we switch
Get on top, ride that dick
Scream, "Don't stop," off a pill, ayy
She's the baddest bitch in the city
Red bottoms and Balencis (Yeah)
Fat ass and perky titties, ayy
Freak bitch, you want me, then come get me
E-girls, they look like pixies
Sex party, drugs in our nose, it's a fucking frenzy
She say I'm fucking up her head, she say I drive her crazy
She ask me how I sleep at night, I told her like a baby
Highway 150 off the pills and Rémy
And the GLOCK nine with me in case shit get sticky
Toxic, baby, this our chemical romance
And shooter with me just like JoJo Stand
And they tote drums like a marching band
Can't get too close, I can't let you in
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Chills up her spine, my hands on her body
Look in your eyes, I can tell you want me
No turning back, girl, it's all or nothing
Pour up two lines, damn, my cup so bloody
Hit from the back, choke you out, we're fucking
Lay on your chest, I feel your heart rushing
Cash out on drugs and Sanrio plushies

[Outro: Hi-C, Travis Touchdown & Sylvia Christel]
Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Hello), ayy
Oh (Hello), oh
Oh (Hello), oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (You know, you really suck at your job)
Life is more important than some job
That is why I am busy shopping right now
You, on the other hand, are busy killing people
Because that is all you ever do
What? Am I wrong?
Well, I guess not