Lyrics:
strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane
Check
attached but hollows went and hit your brain
(Yeah I stomp him like a roach if he gon' get up in my way
I can't fly in no more coach I need my name up
I been gettin’ brains for free it’s something like a scholarship
We was on them shots before but now she goin’ hollow tip
My girl drink like she
you mad all the glow ain't up right
That you need
I'm your sanity
Too hollow
You go down
Are you mad all the glow ain't up right
Right right right
mutherfuckin' brains out
Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million
From those narcotic
to the back
And silence their brain waves
No more originals, everybody's selling out
The disco panicked and batty boy start falling out
Some of demma ask
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
Blicky The Only Thing Near To Me
Deez Hollow Tips For My Enemies
Never Try Me Off The Hennessy
Kuz We Got More Arms Than A Centipede
I Don't Need No
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
down your block
Fuck a drum and switch them hollow tips
Start sticking at your top
Put your hands up in the air
Most high praise to Allah
No time for
shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
(Nigga I say dead, you dead)
You should be dead by now
Smile but
two three's for the choppa
Hollow tip spit quicker than your bull**** revolver
Fully auto
Ripping ya black vest
Blowing yo brains out n**** all over
plays
I done put racks in the safe
Wish that lil' boy try to play
Hollow tips inside his brain
We gone kick in through that back door
Pull up where you
platinum, seen it on them tarots before
So I know how it is all gonna go down
Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud
'Cause didn't ya know by now, I'm
shit on your new album or what?
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
Man don't you
slumber
I'm one and only
Tip top the clouds
I let my soul speak
Tip top the clouds
Tip top the
Tip top the
Witness the
Witness the
Witness
off the straight and I roll
When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow
Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back
I'ma roll
nothing, you're my somethin', somethin' slight
Drip down seater, drip down ho, tip down feed her, rip crown more
Drip down seater, drip down ho, tip down
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
off the straight and I roll
When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow
Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back
I'ma roll
hollow tip make him fold
Bitch i'm savage like lil reese nigga
223s gonna lift your soul
They gonna walk up on you and push delete nigga
I'm a street nigga
hollow tits I'll rip the mike with hollow tips
Yeah, he's in control like Sherman Potter
And I got more balls then the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop,
of blood in circumfrence to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family
They
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