Dead Batteries

Hit the, hit the, hit the—
Hit the tone, cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Bitches know I got the vendetta
Rollin' up the lettuce
$uicidal penned letters
Gone and roll the credits
Swervin' in a Chevy, ready to land them hollow points
I'm coming for that fetti, fetti
I hate to disappoint
Just lace me down in grey and black
Lo–loc'ed out, ridin' in my grandma's Cadillac
Pop–poppin' Roxys, got a hunnid in my backpack
Fu–full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black

Just move back, ho

Hit the tone, cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back (Aye)

Ho, I gotta holla at (Aye, aye, aye)
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that (Aye, aye)

Hear I come to paint it grey
Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes
Light the blunt and fucking fade away
Took a minute to get it lit and then even more to get it finished
Sipping Gatorade and Tanqueray
I rape the blade and blame the flame
I save the fame for later dames
The gator chained up in the lake
Up early fucking gaining brain
I train the pain by draining cake
I aim to reign my brain is stained
I say the same I never change

Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay
I stay away from flashing lights
I paved my way straight to the bank

Hit the tone, cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that
Hit the tone
Cock it back
Ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that
Hit the-
Hit the-
Cock it-
Cock it back
Ho-ho, I gotta holla at