Lyrics:
victory dance
Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies
Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy
Record a demo
ain't calling her back
Nigga pull up, yea I stay with a strap
Hollow tips, ain't no bringing him back
Talk outta pocket, we aim at your neck
We don't
it match my drip
Woah, gotta keep 50 in my clip
No, better watch your tone or you can get
Low, better hope you dodge them hollow tips, you know
Do
cruise on me
Need an alarm so they stop snoozin on me
Push up in the whip
That boy fall to my hollow tip
Your death is sponsored by my stick, ride with
ain't talking real chips
Call up folks, he shooting everything up with hollow tips
I'm a pimp, not no motherfucking simp
That bitch back broke, got her
fitted up, huh
Hollow tips flying lil boy better duck uh
Been a big dawg since a pup
Unlike this lil nigga I'm leveling up
That boy dumb as fuck
that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you
Chorus 2x
[Noyd]
One time
Right now I'm here for no reason
I know I'm alive, but at times I'm hollow
Cold bones maybe, but I keep a colder bottle
Stay feeling lazy, Ima lay here
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
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
heavily 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
Articulate,
Universe to universe
We flyin' by
We flyin' high
Higher than we ever been
We found God
Now we don't like to sin
Beat gettin' harder
Brain gettin' smarter
Do
obvious
My brain's a rotten stem
I made the flow a tsunami to drown em in
I lost my common sense
Calmly I become so ominous, hollow tips hit who is opposite
niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip my crew shift the body
a tip
Bullets touching every nigga that it see, these is hollow tips
She fucking everybody in the gang that's my typa bitch
My nigga Jmp non responsive
on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name
Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik
Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name
Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik
Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
more Able than Cain
You gone see hollows when tips hit your brain
Genya, got the twelve-gauge close range
Couldn't give a single fuck what a pussy nigga
hearse
Like 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 here and get em up outta here
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
the door
I don't wanna be here no more
Life always felt like a chore
Pretended that I was a Christian
But didn't believe in the shit I was witnessing
Life
tips hitting hollow
Yo ass ain't scary, this ain't Sleepy Hollow
DM that hoe but, don't hit with the follow
You need some money, I let yo ass borrow
I
firing, firing until I got, a four full of money
And playboy you bunny
Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me
Bitch nigga, acting out the life
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
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