Hell Night - Pooh Shiesty, 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 chopper 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

Big body Scatpack, we just wrecked the Charger

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 don’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