Hollow Tips

Oh Shit, Is That cult

Yeah
Blech
Yuh
Yeah
Aye yo, Max this shit crazy bro
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Bitch, I'm ridin' wit' the hammer
If you talkin' all tough, then you get snapped just like a camera
Wide view on the 40, I'm not talking panorama
I wanna blow up, but I ain't fuckin' wit' no glamour
(I ain't fuckin' wit' no glamour)

Cuz I'm from the streets, I keep the choppa on my hip
AK47, all extended on my clips
If you talkin' all that shit, you get hit wit' hollow tips
Now his body got no soul, yeah I got him hollow, bitch

You jus' want the clout, you can't get a follow, bitch
You is jus' a thot, that's why you got a following
I know this pill, might be hard to swallow, bitch
But I don't give a fuck, so you can swallow all my kids
Fuck the government
Fuck these politics
Fuck the president
You can suck my fuckin' dick
Light 'em up, like a candle
I'm not talkin' tallow dips
Leave the bullets in his stomach, like he swallowin' some clips
Shells in his stomach, like he eatin' taco chips
Bitch, I came up out the mud, jus' like I was wallowin'
Came a long way from trappin', wit' semi-auto clips
Now I'ma paint pics of my warzone, but I'm not Otta Dix
Damn, you almost slipped
You better watch yo lips
When you comin' from the trenches
We don't fuck 'round wit' that shit
You better hide yo drip
And tuck up all yo shit
'Cause they gon' pull up on you, and rob you of yo chips

Bitch, I'm ridin' wit' the hammer
If you talkin' all tough, then you get snapped just like a camera
Wide view on the 40, I'm not talking panorama
I wanna blow up, but I ain't fuckin' wit' no glamour
(I ain't fuckin' wit' no glamour)

Bitch, I'm ridin' wit' the hammer
If you talkin' all tough, then you get snapped just like a camera
Wide view on the 40, I'm not talking panorama
I wanna blow up, but I ain't fuckin' wit' no glamour
(I ain't fuckin' wit' no glamour)
Aye

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Yuh
Aye
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Blech



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Writer(s): Justin Ounsamone
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