LYRIC
[Intro]
Ahahaha, yeah
Mr. Redd
Woah, woah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on (Shh)
Gang shit, nigga (Ha)
Thank you (Ha), yeah (Phew)
[Chorus]
Feel like Ichigo, nigga, I’m a hollow (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, you can get some hollows (Yeah, ha)
Leave a nigga headless, Sleepy Hollow (Bah, phew)
Pull up in a Dark Knight Murciélago (Skrrt)
And I’m duckin’, dodging 12 and the potholes (Fuck 12, yeah)
I was raised by the motherfuckin’ Glock, woah
Chopper hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Chopper hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (Woo, woo)
[Verse]
(Ha) Send a couple shells (Shells, bah)
Send a pussy nigga straight to hell (Yeah)
I got racks (Racks), clientele (Yeah)
Brodie called, he won’t be makin’ bail (Bail)
Damn, sad news (Sad news)
Getting tired of the bad news (Bad news)
Tragedy (Oh, I know you ain’t finna do it to ’em)
(On son, you finna do it?)
Should I do it to ’em? Bitch, I had to (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Feel like Ichigo, nigga, I’m a hollow (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, you can get some hollows (Yeah, ha)
Leave a nigga headless, Sleepy Hollow (Bah, phew)
Pull up in a Dark Knight Murciélago (Skrrt)
And I’m duckin’, dodging 12 and the potholes (Fuck 12, yeah)
I was raised by the motherfuckin’ Glock, woah
Chopper hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Chopper hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (Woo, woo)
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