
Date of issue: 01.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G*59
Song language: English
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 (Ayy), ho, I gotta holla at (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy) |
Here 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 |
Sippin' Gatorade and Tanqueray |
I rake the blade and blame the flame |
I save the fame for later dames |
The gator chained up in the lake |
Up early fucking gainin' brain |
I train the pain by drainin' cake |
I aim to reign my brain is stained |
I stay the same, I never change |
Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay |
I stay away from flashin' 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— holla at |
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