Lyrics:
feel like traveling
I ain't talking small no more cause I know my pockets big
I ain't finna brawl with niggas I keep a Glock on hip
It's a free for all
to say
When this is how you gettin' paid
Little bodies being sprayed by the
Ignorance you have laid word unbornd
Massssssssa got your mind drowned
Brains
the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt
But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets
reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there
gang (Brra) , 23 gang (On gang)
Money flag gang, know it's slime gang
50 band gang, know that's on gang (Gang)
F&N gang, RIP gang
Hollow tip gang, body
a scope to double up the range
Hollow tip it open up his face he won't look the same
I get on drugs and I be goin' crazy pop off go insane
At six o'clock
Prepared as I ever been with heat by the leather seat
This behind the sweater G
In case they playing letter B
Well let them be
I'll show em more A Ks then
Roll in Maserati roll up windows roll up with that bitch
2 point five percent I find 45' with stock extended clips
Hollow tips that clip a bitch 100
whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that
Who that? Get his brains blew
Back with a new gat yellin', "True that"
Hollow tips is goin' clean through that
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
chest
We chief the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski mask
Raid they ass like the task
Get the jewels and the cash
left him for dead
Hollow on the tip we gon knock out yo dreads
Bagging up the green pack it up by the sled
Painting on the walls make an opp house turn
and I'll double it
Off a yop I'm creeping but I'll still go slide and hit his shit
Send these hollow tips wit this shotty on my hip
Nigga I ain't playin hit
seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan,
geologist
Got free hollow tips, they come with the smoke
I'm from a place with a lot of fucking snow
Yeah I'm from Milwaukee, probably why I'm so cold
Got so
A few more years
You'll be back in the G, man
No more cages
You'll be a freeman
Can no one top us
15 years can't stop us
Can no one top us
15 years can't
of Trayvon's dad as a present for him
In my present form I'm desert storm
Appetite for destruction is no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less
ain't blurry
Hollows they Ate em need way more den surgery dem boys did em dirty
Bitch, we is too legit
How many got hit
Probably five or six
Rip through
a piece better hurry
Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip
But there's really no need for you to say we ain't shit
Got up the cheese by telling
freaky it was
Everything ya wanted cause I can't be weak yeah, baby, that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my dj, fresh on wax
don't know how to love, but she still tryna teach me
Tinted windows sliding doors
Show him cash and watch him fold
Hollow tips, they cracked his dome
hit dash givem whiplash
They Spit fast
Hollow tips drop yo bitch ass
Gang Gang hit the gas nigga
Gang in here brought that Thang in here
Bust your brain
a loan
God, let me dedicate this to the eighty-percent that ain't never comin' home
God, let me know you exist
In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get
with my homies know the motto
Gotta be my way you better follow
And my body like these tips the way they hollow ha ha hollow
Money in my jeans I got so
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