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