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 credit's 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 --- Dead Batteries - $uicideBoy$