Pocket - Les 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 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'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 (Aye) Ho, I gotta holla at (Aye, aye, aye) Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that (Aye, aye) Hear 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 Sipping Gatorade and Tanqueray I rape the blade and blame the flame I save the fame for later dames The gator chained up in the lake Up early fucking gaining brain I train the pain by draining cake I aim to reign my brain is stained I say 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, 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 gotta holla at