badass track by me and jumpy jack

Verse 1 – Rapper 1) Slide in the Hellcat, black tint, low key, Smoke in the air like I lit up a whole tree. Dash say 80, but I’m movin’ like 3, Got the Glock by the seat, no safety on me. (Verse 1 – Rapper 2) Blunt rolled fat, call it sumo in the ride, Eyes red like a demon, that pressure got me fried. Got a beam on the stick, I don’t aim, I just glide, Catch me swervin' through the city, every corner, we slide. (Hook – Both, Alternating lines) R1: Hellcat purr, Glock go blap, R2: Smoke out the roof, whole whip smellin' gas. R1: Chain on gleam, money in the stash, R2: One false move, and the whole thing flash. Both: Hellcat purr, Glock go boom, Blunt so strong, got me floatin’ past the moon. Fast lane livin', ain't no room, For the fake or the lame — make room, go vroom! (Verse 2 – Rapper 2) I don’t talk much, let the engine do the speakin’, Glock got a kick, now they all duckin’ and peekin’. Ash on my fit, blunt lit on the weekend, Pressure so loud, neighbors think I’m preachin’. (Verse 2 – Rapper 1) Wheels spin flames, I don’t drive, I fly, Ten toes deep, never told no lie. Chrome so bright, got stars in my eye, You ain't ridin' like this — don't even try. (Hook – Both, Again) R1: Hellcat purr, Glock go blap, R2: Smoke out the roof, whole whip smellin' gas. R1: Chain on gleam, money in the stash, R2: One false move, and the whole thing flash. Both: Hellcat purr, Glock go boom, Blunt so strong, got me floatin’ past the moon. Fast lane livin', ain't no room, For the fake or the lame — make room, go vroom! Want me to help set it to a beat, turn it into a chorus-verse structure for a real song, or make a clean/radio version too?