HOLLOW TIPS
Extended my clip with them hollow tips
Designer my bag put my glock in it
Shawty look fine in her dress we leave you a mess we lettin' that choppa hit
She a lil baddie no cap I can not relax I'm getting this bag
Money be long as hell it's long as a bitch but ain't long as my mag
I'm in my palace I'm smokin' it's smelly
It reek like a bitch we got straps in the telly
Riding around in that SRT get smoked in this bitch yeah we uppin' the semi
Pop out the cut with that ARP
Hit up that boy in his EYE
Don't fuck with these niggas don't fuck with these bitches
I just count my money then I go to sleep
We got them drums but this ain't no rock and roll
Smokin' that nigga so we saying adios
Call up the cult we gon' see what they on
Get hit with these bullets the name of the song
Light up the night like the stars in the sky
Smoke me a blunt now I'm so high
Fuckin' around get put on a hoodie
And shawty so bad she be catchin' my eye
Catchin' these bullets we makin' them fly
She like my queen she just by my side
Head to the store when we hop in the Porsche
Dressed in designer man she so divine
Get hit with a switch I ain't show no remorse
99 bullets get left in his corpse
My girl real pretty she just like a goddess
We rockin' them linens that you can't afford
Extended my clip with them hollow tips
Designer my bag put my glock in it
Shawty look fine in a dress we leave you a mess we lettin' that choppa hit
She a lil baddie no cap I can not relax I'm getting this bag
Money be long as hell it's long as a bitch but ain't long as my mag
Designer my bag put my glock in it
Shawty look fine in her dress we leave you a mess we lettin' that choppa hit
She a lil baddie no cap I can not relax I'm getting this bag
Money be long as hell it's long as a bitch but ain't long as my mag
I'm in my palace I'm smokin' it's smelly
It reek like a bitch we got straps in the telly
Riding around in that SRT get smoked in this bitch yeah we uppin' the semi
Pop out the cut with that ARP
Hit up that boy in his EYE
Don't fuck with these niggas don't fuck with these bitches
I just count my money then I go to sleep
We got them drums but this ain't no rock and roll
Smokin' that nigga so we saying adios
Call up the cult we gon' see what they on
Get hit with these bullets the name of the song
Light up the night like the stars in the sky
Smoke me a blunt now I'm so high
Fuckin' around get put on a hoodie
And shawty so bad she be catchin' my eye
Catchin' these bullets we makin' them fly
She like my queen she just by my side
Head to the store when we hop in the Porsche
Dressed in designer man she so divine
Get hit with a switch I ain't show no remorse
99 bullets get left in his corpse
My girl real pretty she just like a goddess
We rockin' them linens that you can't afford
Extended my clip with them hollow tips
Designer my bag put my glock in it
Shawty look fine in a dress we leave you a mess we lettin' that choppa hit
She a lil baddie no cap I can not relax I'm getting this bag
Money be long as hell it's long as a bitch but ain't long as my mag
Credits
Writer(s): Uriah Alenepi
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