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lil' rydell - hollow tips lyrics

[intro]
(man, f+ck all that talkin’, we pull up and bust)
(choppa go off, turn his ass into dust.)
(f+ck all these opps, they ain’t slidin’ for real,)
(catch him in traffic, get popped like a pill.)
(ain’t showin’ no mercy, we shootin’ to k!ll.)

[verse 1]
i was just broke, now i’m up with a stick (b+tch, i’m lit!)
spin on his block, let it bang till it cl!ck (f+ck a switch!)
30+round drum, i ain’t usin’ no fist (f+ck that sh+t!)
opps talk tough, but they really ain’t sh+t (they some b+tches!)
body keep droppin’, we up on the score (we ain’t losin’!)
he tried to run, but these hollows too fast (shoulda knew it!)
choppa be kickin’, this b+tch got a blast (like a movie!)
hit up his chest, now his gang light a candle (sh+t get spooky!)
slide with them demons, they itchin’ to crash (we on go!)
f+ck all these rappers, they really somе hoes (they for show!)
he flеx on the ‘gram, but he don’t got a pole (broke as f+ck!)
hit up his trap, we gon’ empty his load (run that up!)
b+tch, i’m too deep in this sh+t, i can’t fold (never that!)
got out the mud, now my pockets on swole (big racks!)
f+ck all my opps, they get put in a blunt (roll ‘em up!)
extended the clip, now we up with the pump (leave ‘em slumped!)
b+tch, we don’t talk, we just load up and dump (let it bust!)
[chorus]
hollows gon’ hit, make his body collapse (f+ck that boy!)
spin on his block, we ain’t givin’ no pass (let it blast!)
extended the mag, leave his ass in the past (he a pack!)
f+ck all that talkin’, we get on his ass (where he at?)
b+tch, i’m too deep in this sh+t, i can’t fold (never that!)
big fn, put a hole in his soul (leave him cold!)
when we slide, we don’t aim, we just blow (let it go!)

[verse 2]
b+tch, i ain’t duckin’, we slide with them poles (f+ck they gon’ do?)
creep through his block, put a tag on his toe (left him blue!)
30+round clip, leave his brains on the floor (that’s a view!)
f+ck all my opps, we ain’t showin’ remorse (we want two!)
choppa be spittin’, this b+tch got a kick (big ass drum!)
body start twitchin’, he died like a b+tch (shoulda run!)
perkys and wock, got me high as a kite (out my mind!)
told that lil’ b+tch i don’t f+ck for the night (ain’t got time!)
spin back again, we ain’t leavin’ no trace (f+ck the feds!)
hollow tips hot, they gon’ eat through his face (fill him with lead!)
caught him in traffic, he thought he was safe (now he dead!)
mama keep cryin’, she know he got laced (shoulda fled!)
b+tch, i’m a demon, don’t play with my name (i’m a beast!)
came from the trenches, got rich off the pain (i’ma feast!)
f+ck all the talkin’, just up it and bang (let it squeeze!)
slumped in the whip, left his brains in the seat (rip!)
b+tch, i been thuggin’ since back in the day (since a jit!)
extended the clip, put that b+tch in his face (watch it hit!)
i keep a switch, i ain’t usin’ no hands (f+ck a fist!)
bro in the cut, he gon’ pop like a xan (leave ‘em sick!)
pull up with dracs, make ‘em run like a hoe (f+ck they on?)
big fn, leave a hole in his dome (send him home!)
b+tch, we don’t talk, we just get in that mode (we on go!)
shooters on point, they gon’ wipe out his soul (he too slow!)
i keep a glock, i ain’t never gon’ fold (never lack!)
body count up, we been up on the score (check the stats!)
spin through his block, we gon’ leave that sh+t cold (where they at?)
f+ck all my opps, they get turned into smoke (roll ‘em fat!)
[chorus]
hollows gon’ hit, make his body collapse (f+ck that boy!)
spin on his block, we ain’t givin’ no pass (let it blast!)
extended the mag, leave his ass in the past (he a pack!)
f+ck all that talkin’, we get on his ass (where he at?)
b+tch, i’m too deep in this sh+t, i can’t fold (never that!)
big fn, put a hole in his soul (leave him cold!)
when we slide, we don’t aim, we just blow (let it go!)

[outro]
walk down on him, make sure that he finished
crime scene bl++dy, his body diminished
never gon’ fold, b+tch, i stand on my business

- lil rydell lyrics

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