Dead Batteries

(Hit the, hit the, hit the)

(Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at)

(Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that)

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that

Bitches know I got the vendetta, rollin' up the lettuce

Suicidal penned letters, gon' and roll the credits

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'd out

Ridin' my grandma's Cadillac, pop-poppin' Roxy's

Got a hunnid in my backpack, fu-full moon

So my eyes lookin' jet black, just move back, ho

(Hit the, hit the, hit the)

(Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at)

(Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that)

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that

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 flashing 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, ****, ain't no stoppin' that)

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo' direction, ****, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the, hit the, cock it, cock it back, ho, ho, ho-holla at