Hell Bent ft. Emotional Xan Lyrics

Ayy, 90 MPH on that motherfuckin' interstate

Yeah, revvin' up on that engine like I bought that bitch in cash

Yeah, I'm sittin' up in that driver's seat, feel like I'm Johnny Cash

Feelin' like a dummy shopper, buyin' shit with credit fraud

Yeah, we throwin' them stacks up, lil' boy, yeah, we gettin' them bags, ayy

Touch my money, lil' boy, I'm comin' for everything, man, I'ma take it all

I'ma take everything, your future, lil' boy, you ain't gon' get paid at all

Whippin' that bitch, man, trap house, I'll sell you anything, boy, I'll sell you six bags

Ayy, yeah, hop up in that Raptor truck, lil' boy, that's more than sixty racks

Ayy, yeah, callin' my plug up, yeah, lil' boy, I need more than six bags

Uh, uh, uh, that thumper ain't your face, I'll put you in the trash bag

Ayy, yeah, saw them racks comin' in, yeah, uh, it gave me a hard on

Ayy, yeah, you said I ain't gettin' no racks, man, I'll beg your pardon

Ayy, give me them racks, lil' boy, yeah, took yours, now I got some

Ayy, yeah, we whippin' that Raptor truck, lil' boy, yeah, buttons in that

Got heated seats in that, got racks up in that

Yeah, what's happenin'

Ayy, hold up

Yeah, what's happenin'

We don't do no talkin', hoe, I pull up in that Hedgeback

Got two twin Glocks on me and a Tinto in my backpack

Hit you in your peephole like Fritos, we eat those

So I was ridin' with that hoe, you know we was smokin' green like She-Lo

So fuck you, hoe, pay me, I'm a hot hoe, no AC

They hate me cause they ain't me, but these pussy hoes won't face me

Like, Xan, how the fuck you do that? I was bringin' that shit to my school bed

I ain't play with these niggas, I'm the man, hoe, why the fuck you worry about my cash flow

Ayy, 90 MPH on that motherfuckin' interstate

Yeah, revvin' up on that engine like I bought that bitch in cash

Yeah, I'm sittin' up in that driver's seat, feel like I'm Johnny Cash

Feelin' like a dummy shopper, buyin' shit with credit fraud

Ayy, yeah, we throwin' them stacks up, lil' boy, yeah, we gettin' them bags off

Ayy, touch my money, lil' boy, I'm comin' for everything, man, I'ma take it all

Ayy, I'ma take everything in your future, lil' boy, you ain't gon' get paid at all

Ayy, whip in that bitch, man, trap house, I'll sell you anything, boy, I'll sell you six pack

Ayy, yeah, hop up in that Raptor truck, lil' boy, that's more than 60 racks

Ayy, yeah, callin' my plug up, yeah, lil' boy, I need more than six bags

Uh, uh, uh, that dumper in your face, I'll put you in the trash bag

Ayy, yeah, saw them racks come in, yeah uh, it gave me a hard on