Lyrics:
your mouth shut
All that gossip, motherfucker don't you know my Glock kicks
Hollow tips, to your body, mad toxic
I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass
his whole body, these hollow tips
They ask where I be at, bitch, on the strip
Yeah, right on the A with my fucking clique
Don't try to come through, you
you brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends greaving
When you pull the marijuana
I
the reason you talkin', lil nigga
Gon tell 'em shutup when hollow tips hit 'em
Huh? Yeah
Gon tell 'em shutup when these hollow tips hit 'em
Shoutout my 5, he
backwards on a one way
D color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got
We all stay sedated
If cleanliness is godliness, I welcome you to Hell
If cleanliness is godliness, you lookin at the devil
Feather tips and hollow
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a battle axe
Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die, you'se a past
a land-fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow-tips
'm back, uh
Strapped, in a mask
Hollow tips all in your back
If you run, run, yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch I'm back, uh
Strapped, in a mask
Hollow tips all in your
the ladies go gaga - i
Lick her like some vodka
Have'em screaming like an opera - she
Know i do it proper
Still - i got beef with many men
Hollow tips - rubber
a pound a day
I don't fuckz with you, so get the fuck out my way
High till I die, get money every day
I'm heard by the best, they call me the merchant
the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
on ha face
My stick I let it blow
You gone die fa trying
You think bout robbin
Imma let it blow
Got sticks from Texas h**
If I gotta problem
Imma stretch
and hundreds
Stupid dumb bitch, now you look funny
Bitch, my hollow tips eat up your stomach Me and my niggas been ready steady dumpin
Shoot at they feet's so
the fucking world
Knowing I'm the one who should be saved
Surrounded by the war I always wage
Within myself the power to escape
I would rather die while
die then be a used to be
Hollow tips I flock the ruger, give her tips she clean the tool up
Designer and I’m jeweled up, big stepper my whole crew up
twisted up I got hollow tips extended clips
Major chips lookin' at Eclipse jacuzzi dips
Niggas step back I don't know you
Don't get to close to me
Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (straight up)
We kill all the opps, and then we fuck all they sisters (on God)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in
aboard the pinnacle benders
I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx
I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit
Tryin' to blow the spot
wonderland up in my head
Im paranoid Im all alone four A.M I need some rest
Why I always sleep with a knife by my bed
Young Slime with the g***k, Hollow tips
get up she's coming for me quick
To put me back down bad the game she plays is sick
And I contemplated stuffing clips with hollow tips
Not complicated,
a victim of struggle
I've been a victim
But doubled down on my mission
Yet trouble followed maliciously, bagbak
Pictures I paint are hollow like tips
That
beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
Night vision through the sight when
I grip on it
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
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