Lyrics:
of a Queens fiend
Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the Glock 9
And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices
In back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I
hollow tips , hit him in his nugget
Remember these days, I was down in my bed, hey
And this shit got me fucked up , when I get the money, you know I'ma
Walk down all black, with a mask, can't see me
Walk down all black, real fast, like a cheetah
Better hope he faster than my trigger finger
Hollow tips
-=talking=-
No linen, just thugged out in denim ugh
Nigga
Yo, nigga
[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on everyday of the week
Ridin' super clean
hit that homie switch
I keep a 30 clip
And it hold hollow tips
So if you try me
That's like kamikaze bitch
I'm off the shrooms
I'm on a power trip
I
Real trap shit boy I got 2 phones
Real boss shit boy I never stay home
Real nigga shit boy swag cannot cloned
I be mobbing by myself if you fake
won't they stop
They're ridin' my tip
Get popped in the lip if they don't hop off
Give 'em a tip
It's an empty tip
Finna' pop off all of these hollow tips
Hadda hadda hadda wait a minute
She was jumpin on my tip told the bit wait a minute
You can catch a fade nigga
Niggas so soft boy he pussy man look
weapon
Hollow point tip calm down how you acting
Now im deal with you momma and yo daddy
Speeding by a nigga like I’m drivin in my truck
Pedal to the medal
them hollow tips as they comin'
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county
Fuck!
Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up
Don’t need codefendants do my dirt by my lonely
You niggas stilling flow you niggas be cloning
Hollow tips & my clips are extended 3x
Better not run up
the dick
Suicide doors to exit you must lift
SS Camaro came with a kit
I rock with them baby stunna love the kid
Hollow tip leave a rip if it hit
A lot
, Perrot that shit
And Scotch that shit, don't see about that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got
Talk on my brother I'll hurt you
Talk on my brother, lil' nigga
I'll hearse you
Hollow tips, hot flyin', they'll curse you
You a broke bitch anyway, I
myself as the goat
You niggas be talking
My niggas be poppin’ they shit
I talk with the niggas
That talk about goals
And I never changed, No!
I’m right by
up shit with my clint eastwood
Leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town, nigga
You standin' on dangerous grounds
When we come to sac, better
Now I'm on these tracks I talk my shit no pen, pad, or a pencil,
Fast forward hollow tips, press play nigga, And then they bout to hit you,
Now your
sliding by
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
Cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood
you", so you know I'm finna slide (watch me slide)
Watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprise
Hollow tips gon' hit 'em then I'm
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin em in a ditch
[Lord Infamous]
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one
223's it come with a carbon it got hollow tips
When I hit his body, that's why his body limp
Never cared about jackboys, all my partners, they be
a stick
It's gone hit
30 clip
Long as shit
Hollow tips blow his head off
Do my business
Cut my dreads off
Cut my legs off
I'm still off my ass
Got racks in
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
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