Lyrics Hell Bent (feat. Emotional Xan) - Lope Dope

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