Lyrics:
three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
Was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
From booty
dadas
We toe tagging niggas
That choopa gotta new clip
It's lookin bad for niggas and I was raised by real gangstas
So it's savage in us
It ain't shit
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
shooter until he met that crazy muthafucka Mr. Ruger
Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes
Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho?ish clothes
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
There's science to the way we move,
Sippin on sprite gotta make that shit a double cup
Big ahh tits AR got D cups
Fuck a "EightTrey" bitch i'm knowin some real cuh's
Hollow tips chamber this
blaka blaka blaka)
Hollow tips could fly every motherfucking day
All my niggas packed like they hopping on a plane
If she looking bad, maybe we might run
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
poppa, now you by your dolo, some shit like P. Diddy
If you steppin', then run up, don't do no tiptoe
I heard them pockets is obese, you countin' big
winter
90 in December
From da 4 fifth
Keep me 4 clips
Hollows no tips
Hit em close grip
Got me dedicated to this education
Cause we in a fucked up
up
Spent a 100 racks I'm about to get another one
He got hollow tips and 223s I got a bigger drum
No I'm not a crip I'll beat your ass till my knuckles
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
became her name. A bloody stump without a face
Her face was blown away with a hollow tip
Credit for the ring, cash for the clip
That dry day, as I got home
hate us with a passion
Still smoking live, I got our eyes speaking manderin
Our father, who lurks in the heavens
Hollow tips speak your name, your name
dummy
Don't play with you life cause these niggas cant fight
They got clips and hollow point tips dummy
All that mean mugging and yo set don't mean
i'm not living anyway
Felo De Se
I could die today
Hollow tips you know a blessing
Better stay up out my way
Felo De Se
I could die today
I'ma cock it
Let's go
FF FF FF
This my last one right here
My favorite opp just beat his case I swear to god I like that
These hollow tips gone heat his face
Smokin' out
Pouring up
Keep tequila in my cup
All got them clips them hollow tips
I make it rain and slip em' up
0-60 on the haul
Fuck you and you
permanent sleep
Some of these girls look like models, I gotta thank God that they looking at me
You rap about all of those hollow tip bullets and never
Mr cool’s got the big bollox
Step back ‘fore he fills you
Full of hollow tips
Pitty pat, pitty pat hard on the kitty cat
Triple X got the pussy
we can ball on the funny shit ? a nigga body in the hollow tips
With extra clips ?shit? unload with the four pound
And I throw down - show down
Finna
Two three shots, I ain't letting it happen
Lined by a bitch, it could never be me
So just go, oot em for free
Watch my shit, if he throw up the gz
But
of the boat
The Fendi on me with the fn to match
Niggas tell me that I carry the load
Shawty shaking all that ass on my lap
Take it down and hit that shit
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,
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