[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
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?

[Verse 1: Pooh Shiesty]
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 n***as' 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 n***as shoot like Dellavedova
If we high-speed off the top, we in the feds and we pull over
Slidin' with my n***a Choppa and Baby Shiesty, n***a
Lil Greg got that automatic, wrong move, he snipe a n***a
Slidin' with my n***a Choppa and Baby Shiesty, n***a
Lil Greg got the automatic, wrong move, he snipe a n***a
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)
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
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?

[Verse 2: BIG30]
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
N***a 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)
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
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?

[Outro: Pooh Shiesty]
N***a 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 n***a music boostin' up the murder rate, on gang