Lyrics

[Chorus: Frayser Boy & Yung Death/Lil Life] Hit the, hit the, hit the— Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at ($ui-$ui-$ui-$ui-$ui) Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that [Verse 1: Yung Death/Lil Life] Bitches know I got the vendetta Rollin' up the lettuce, suicidal penned letters Gone and roll the credits Swervin' in a Chevy, ready To land them hollow points I'm comin' for that fetti, fetti I hate to disappoint, just lace me down in grey and black Lo-loced 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 [Chorus: Frayser Boy & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard] Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back (Ayy), ho, I gotta holler at (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard] Here I come to paint it grey Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes Light the blunt and fuckin' 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, fuckin' 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 [Outro: Frayser Boy] Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone— Cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that Hit the—, hit the— Cock it—, cock it back Ho-ho, I— holler at