Lyrics:
mad then I’m pissed
And then I’m done and I don’t feel shit
Fuck shots I’m drinking from the tip
And it’s from depression not just the split
I’m hurt
the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot
the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot
on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove
Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
gas on that Coley shit
Just lost six and this shit isn't making sense
Lost my bitch and I tripped it was over with
Fifty drum and red tips, that bitch
[Hollow]
As we want to be
High side, stay flawless
As we want to be
Playa click, stay flawless
As we want to be
Hollow, stay flawless
But
Pray everyday but I been fighting with the reaper
Wanna go to church but is they crooks or really preachers?
Say that he gangsta, them hollow tips
that boy in the ocean
Pistol be hot
Tip of the barrel be scolding
I promise this not what you wanted
Nigga we on it
Thinking you something you not
Get yo
out how a slaughter taste
Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face
'Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on
Collect my dough, make
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
grill me, but I cook beef like Johnny Trigg
This is my lane, you lames are insane to test the kid
I came in the game to fix shit like it was fucking
in the city going dumb
And the pussy it beat like a drum
Hollow tips and it came with gun
No me then it ain't no fun
Back out, put it on her tongue
the neck, cause her sh*t to dry
Rajon Rondo I carry my 9
And I flock at his chest like dummies
These hollow tip be ripping through vest
He on his way, I just
kind of shit
Way back before I signed with TIP
I was on that grinding shit
Not a rapper though but a trapper though
Trap house got a drive-thru
Call it
this 4-5 can make these hollow tips live
Go get yo shit nigga why you be trippin
This is for my baller partners who be slippin
This is for you
comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw
Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back
the whips
The interior chocolate chip (Ayy)
I got a gun filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Gotta trap, ain't no way I could trip
You know my bitch like
missing man
When they see me get to runnin man
And these hollow tips under ya cap like a Snapple fact like whoa
Where they do that at lil hoe
Dirty jerz up
go fly where Peter do
Hollow tips come wit' a point this shit like Peter shoe
Thunder rounds'll knock 'em down I summon Pikachu
Hopped out surprise
he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that
live on the block with that
Muzzle
Hollow tip to yo dome you gon be a zombie
All my shootas active in the street it's hard to get round me
If you ever
Green paper blue strips spitting vapor hollow tips
New blazer who's this food that’s catered when I’m rich
Green gator skin fit ain’t no traitor
popped popping it
Hollow tips fuck a vest not stopping it
Just might blow a bag on some Prada shit
N****s going out bad i’m the opposite
I be rolling them
ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips
Lift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks
So good that I got P
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