Hell Night (feat. Big 30)

Ridin' in a Hellcat, this a hell night I hope you know that every demon gotta go to Hell, right? Ridin' in a Hellcat, this a hell night I hope you know that every demon gotta go to Hell, right? Shiesty, when you droppin' somethin'? Soon as I stop slidin' Stolen car, not mine, we don't stop at stop signs Tell my opps to stop hidin', and you know that we be sprayin' We the reason they be dyin', and be in they funeral lyin' We got niggas' mamas cryin', daddy Stacy out on bond Traphouse, we peep out the blinds Pull up, park behind the line The line Yeah, bitch, just like I told you The only thing I push before my gang is a stroller Yeah, yeah, bitch, just like I told you The only thing I push before my gang is a stroller I fuck her, then I get all in her brain, I control her This choppa big, I hold it with two hands up on my shoulder Bankroll got the flavor, this Gelato is my odor 30 got the laser, if he point it, then it's over Tay G with the shot, my niggas shoot like Dellavedova If we high-speed off the top, we in the feds and we pull over Slidin' with my nigga Choppa and Baby Shiesty, nigga Lil Greg got that automatic, wrong move, he snipe a nigga Slidin' with my nigga Choppa and Baby Shiesty, nigga Lil Greg got the automatic, wrong move, he snipe a nigga Hankroll got a free kill, and he still on the hill Lil Twin and Mookie in the field, I put 'em on a drill You play, I send a hit for real, we got them sticks for real We cross you on the lick for real and kill you if you squeal (on gang) Ridin' in a Hellcat, this a hell night I hope you know that every demon gotta go to Hell, right? Ridin' in a Hellcat, this a hell night I hope you know that every demon gotta go to Hell, right? Money buy privacy, bitch, we wreck the party Bi-Bi-Big body Scatpack, we just wrecked the Charger Fu-fu-fu-fuck who car we hit long as we got out with them choppers Nigga go against the gang, burn his ass like lava I'm with Choppa Gang and we slidin' with Dracs And you can't be the gang if you ain't firin' the Drac .223s hit him up from his spine to his face Them shooters trailin' in white trucks, you get behind, they gon' spray, ayy Lil' bro just met two steamers (what?), he in a two-seater Hankroll just booked two heaters (yup), he just shot two people (yup) Speak on Gino, you gon' meet him (what?), I put that on Telisha (that's on my mama) Pop somethin' out this black-out, that bitch look like a speaker What you know 'bout slidin', ho? (What?) You ain't slidin', ho Pull up and we fine, ho (what? What?) We slangin' iron, ho (yeah) Bitch, somebody dyin', ho, you know what time, ho Caught him on the expressway, head down, he blind, foe (he can't see me) Ridin' in a Hellcat, this a hell night I hope you know that every demon gotta go to Hell, right? Ridin' in a Hellcat, this a hell night I hope you know that every demon gotta go to Hell, right? Nigga dissin', I don't talk, I ain't got nothin' to say And everybody ridin' with me could've played for Golden State Breaking news, drop got everybody tryna tote the Drac' Feds say a nigga music boostin' up the murder rate, on gang