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150 wiz - hollow lyrics

[intro: 150 bump]
gra, free the slimes
gra, gra gra
gra gra

[verse 1: 150 bump]
he think he hot till’ he catch a hollow
like, runnin’ and duckin’ his taco
die y, like most of them got low
most of them rapper n+ggas caught a shot though
like, he tried to say he on hots though
sevshot, he should’ve been in a box though
i’m tryna flock em’ i ain’t tryna box though
i never put a y right next to my o
bro keep flockin’, till’ that sh+t jam
you throw a shot after shot till’ that sh+t land
n0body upped yet, them n+ggas been ran
pick the mic up, put down a kickstand
tryna creep like who in they jects’
like he ain’t get back he don’t bench like a sixman
she tryna talk for the vid she a big fan
but i ain’t puttin’ my chop in that b+tch fan

[verse 2: coe wiki]
baby+girl boutta oot’, they betta’ get low
evеry shot that i threw heard the еcho
[?] don’t know where they went though
ap rolled up cl!cked up on his friend though
free bro he was makin’ it active
most of them actin’ they know it get tragic, like
two opps got hit and they jacked it
still ain’t get boomed tryna play for the mavericks
ain’t no love in this sh+t, that’s the number one rule
number two, better stay with yo’ tool
like i lost bro i been feenin’ to oot’
bro for the safe so we spinnin’ in crews
free shot he was out till’ the noon
shhh got lucky that sh+t ain’t gon boom
say he spinnin’ on me? how i be runnin’ them out with this big g too?
[verse 3: 150 ebk]
gra, we get active on bro they gon’ chat
when i got my first g, threw at opps back to back
creep up broad day tryna see where they at
totin’ .30 this sh+t puttin’ weight on my lap
boy makin’ songs but he ain’t let it clap
we was troopin’ through blocks, we lurkin’ we was stacked
.40 gon burn him hit up it’s a bag
he was dissin’ the guys we catch him get him whacked
gra like the sirens and sh+t made it hot
n+ggas know i’m 150 she jackin’ my bop
let me know she a goat once she walked in the spot
why these n+ggas be mad cause’ we f+ckin’ they thots?
boy he got missin’ runnin’ but his friends slow
he said he spinned it, bet you we done sent those
roscoe be dissin’, bet you we done bent those
all these thots they be cuffin’, bet you we done hit those

[verse 4: wockhardt]
four deep in the v, for gz make it hot
don’t be scared tryna spin, is you comin’ or not?
park the v in the back, if you see one come out that building
just make sure you up it and flock
once this sh+t start, i swear it won’t stop
i was cl!ckin’ so hard, cl!ckin’ till’ he drop
she on my waist, don’t think i’m a box
every scene that i fl!cked had them duckin’ they tops
dotty dead now we tappin’ our leg
put the beam on his face watch him beg
g2 like the number 2 pists when i stack the clip up gotta fill him with lead
she alone, he ain’t think with his head
so many deads who we rollin’ up next?
notti poked in his chest like lotti
so many babies got rocked right to bed
[verse 5: 150 wiz]
i let it blow i ain’t talkin’ bout jammin’
i got a glockie this sh+t will do damage
made aj freeze, i know he panicked
this sh+t a ghost i ain’t talkin’ bout phantom
big .40 you know what we do
.380 we wipin’ yo crew
lookin’ for rec i ain’t talkin’ bout who?
1— 150 stacks [?]

[outro: 150 bump]
he think he hot till’ he catch a hollow
like, runnin’ and duckin’ his taco
die y, like most of them got low
most of them rapper n+ggas caught a shot though
like, he tried to say he on hots though
sevshot, he should’ve been in a box though
i’m tryna flock em’ i ain’t tryna box though
i never put a y right next to my o

- 150 wiz lyrics

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