text: Hail to the night
  Ooh-ooh-ooh
  Montana, ooh
  I hope they free Max out that box 
  Hopped in that drop, get that top 
  And I hope that love never stop 
  Nah, nah, nah 
  We twisted, Im heated 
  I question my freedom 
  We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right 
  Yeah, we fuckin’, fuckin right 
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die 
  But you gon make me me feel alright 
  And you gon’ make me feel just fine 
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die
  But you gon make me feel alright
  And you gon make me feel just fine, just fine
  Ever since I was a baby, I aint learn my lesson
  I dont care bout what they thinkin’, I’ma keep steppin
  I jumped out my momma womb a convicted felon
  Now that boy a livin’ legend
  Every chance I get, Ill let you know that Ima kill you on purpose
  I done made it from the worstses, the worstses
  Project baby, livin suburban
  Watchin’ out for the snakes, watchin the serpents
  Im watchin my back, gotta be nervous
  Kodak, dont you body these niggas, body these verses
  I done made it out that fire like its magic
  If you aint with me, I dont wanna see you happy
  Every time I show my love, they take advantage
  Im so tired of people takin me for granted
  I dont do it for myself, its for my fam, yeah
  Drop a Molly in my drink, it tastes like candy
  I hope they free Max out that box 
  Hopped in that drop, get that top 
  And I hope that love never stop 
  Nah, nah, nah 
  We twisted, Im heated 
  I question my freedom 
  We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right 
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right 
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die 
  But you gon make me feel alright 
  And you gon make me feel just fine 
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die
  But you gon make me feel alright
  And you gon make me feel just fine
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right
  They wanna catch it on me, Im yellin, No
  Im yellin hail to the night
  Ten bitches, firin up the 
  Word up, caught up in the Five-O
  From the bottom, now I take that top off
  Hit you off the stage and make it sound like pyro
  Where Im from, they wanna kill you when your face is smilin
  Nothin but broken dreams, cracks and 
  I know you see us in the front, but we started from the back though
  Hunnid Jubilinsky was the Cuba like Im Castro
  Hit up all the Cubans, yeah, they laundromat that cash flow
  Stopped us through the front, but we slid up through that back door
  Ooh, hail to the night and I be grindin, never sleep
  To keep me dripped down to my feet
  And keep a hunnid on my sleeve
  And keep a hunnid to my people
  Hope no bitches ever dome betweeen us
  You aint never heard nothin triller, then you never seen us
  Baddest bitches bend it from the bottom, climbed it over
  Flipped them ones and flipped it over
  Tryna stop us, thats no hail to the night
  I hope they free Max out that box 
  Hopped in that drop, get that top 
  And I hope that love never stop 
  Nah, nah, nah 
  We twisted, Im heated 
  I question my freedom 
  We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right 
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right 
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die 
  But you gon make me feel alright 
  And you gon make me feel just fine 
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right
  Sometimes, I feel I wanna die
  But you gon make me feel alright
  And you gon make me feel just fine
  Yeah, we fuckin, fuckin right
  Aw, nah, nah
   if you get that , or nah-nah
  That or nah-nah
  I love a bad black ting, love a bad brown ting
  Love a bad white ting, love a bad Rican ting
  Like, Ay, mommy, you on your way back?
  Yes, yes on me
  Got nothin from me, fire