Hollywood Road

Lyrics

[Verse 1: SenseiATL] We got bricks on bricks, it look like Giza man (Got them bricks) Check my neck and wrist it hit like Frieza man (Hit like Frieza) Fiendin' for a lick, I'm fuckin' itchin' (For a lick) Hittin' switches on your bitch, but I ain't switchin' (I ain't fuckin' switchin') Beatin' down the block, we knockin' lights out (*Bah!*) Shootin' a stain, that's a wipeout (*Pew* *pew* *pew*) I feel like C4 'cause I'm boomin' (Bitch) Racin' in a 'Rari and you losin' [Verse 2: 645AR] '96 on my chest, I put that beam on your chest (Put that beam on your chest) He a bitch, he go to the vet (He go to the vet) Your lean get cut like a check (Get cut like a check, get cut like a check) You look like a Honda (You look like a Honda) You can't kick it with me and my partners (And my partners) On the block, it hot like a sauna (Like a sauna) He a bitch I put that on my momma (On my momma) With your bitch on Thursday, she gon' throwback (She gon' throwback) Nigga that's your new bitch, that's my throwback (That's my throwback) [Verse 3: Reddo] Ooo, ooo Bad bitch, you ain't seen her (No) I just fucked up a liter (Six) Ride around with the heater (Sticks) Get your ass smoked, Huh (Bitch) But it's not no joke (No) Bitch it's Rubber Clan (Yo) Hang him by a rope (Hang his ass) .223 hit his body, *pew* *pew* *pew* I don't give a fuck, what is you sayin'? Lean make a nigga *ugh* I just threw up on your hoe, threw up on your bitch Nigga really want some smoke, pull up with the stick (Aye!) Pull up with sticks and I hit (Hit) Your bitch gon' suck on the dick I fuck her and rub on the clit (Rub on the what?) I'm sorry lil' buddy can't hang with the clique (No way) No, lil' buddy can't hang with the gang (He's a lame) I got a chopper, no aim (Gang) She rattle, gon' blow out your brains (*Boh!*) While your bitch givin' me brain (That neck) [Verse 4: Larry Loudpack] Big gas, I'm fill up the tank, son (Uh) Pull up in the lane, I scored, I pour the and one Havin' pack for your mom, and her friends and then some (Yeah) At her crib, wrapped in Ricks, she said that I'm handsome (Oh) Be prepared, they won't share (Nah) Money fold, money tear Waste your lung smoke in the air (Why?) Sherbet skunk, don't shit compare (Oh) All this dope turn to dust All this weight it get you crushed My gang we bounce back like rubber Blew them bands then blew my cover (Damn) Fuck it, I don't need a handout (No) I see that your swappin' the same clout I see what this cash and this fame 'bout Worked in a ditch, now I'm Balmain down (Oh) That bitch not gettin' my c, oh please (Ha!) I gotta eat like every week (Yeah) Send her the juug, then send her to sleep Right out the mud, and straight to the fiest [Verse 5: 10KDunkin] Like a shirt in private school, my niggas keep it tucked (It's tucked) Two rings on my finger, but your hoe ain't gettin' one (No) Two cups double stuffed, two hoes doubled up (Doubled up) Trap jump double dutch, she want to fuck for some (For some) If I fuck this bitch she gonna fall in love or somethin' (Or somethin') I might pull up to your function, flexin' like it nothin' (It nothin') Diamonds on me like a child, always doin' somethin' (Somethin') And these niggas really cappin', they ain't doin' nothin' (They cappin') I be with my niggas, they be with the shits like a damn number two (Yeah) All of my niggas could up in on you (*Bow!*) All of my niggas see right through the foo' (They see it) Diamonds be sick, yeah they suffer the flu (The flu) Pockets depressing, my pockets be blue (They blue) Count up the money, I'm liking the view (The view) Count up old money, but everything new (Count up) [Verse 6: Tony Shhnow] Yeah, yeah Trappers in "Nightmare On Elm" (Elm) Chopper get cut out the film (Aye) Move and we breakin' your limb (Your limb) My gems jump out the gym (Bling, bling) Bernie Mac Above The Rim (Yeah) Pussies get killed in the night (The night) Drugs get dealt in the night (In the night) I feel like Jason or Freddy (Freddy) Grab the Glock or Machete (Machete) Tell me three times like Candyman Stuff bricks, pounds, in the minivan (Minivan) Tony is a G like Larry Murder on the scene like a scary movie (Aye!) Cut your through the night with a saw (Saw) Shoot his ass down with the sawed-off (*Bow!*) Say you havin' work, boi call off (Aye) Tony keep the heat like hot sauce Playin' with the pans like Waffle House (Whip) Tony keep the cannon, I be wildin' out (Wow) Pushin' weight, over-weight, I'm a heavy flexer (Yeah, yeah) You get clipped out the movie, you is way too extra (Too extra)