Hollow

[Intro: 150 Bump]
Grrah, free the slimes
Grrah, grrah grrah
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus: 150 Bump]
He think he hot 'til he catch a hollow
Like, runnin' and duckin' his taco
Die Y, like most of them got low
Most of them rapper niggas caught a shot though
Like, he tried to say he on hots though
Sev-Shot, he should've been in a box though
I'm tryna flock 'em, I ain't tryna box though
I never put a Y right next to my O
Bro keep flockin', 'til that shit jam
You throw a shot after shot 'til that shit land
Nobody upped yet, them niggas been ran
Pick the mic' up, put down a kickstand
Tryna creep like who in they 'jects
Like he ain't get back, he don't bench like a Six-Man
She tryna talk for the vid', she a big fan
But I ain't puttin' my chop in that bitch fan

[Verse 2: COE Wiki]
Baby-girl boutta 'oot', they better gеt low
Every shot that I threw, heard thе echo
[?] don't know where they went though
AP rolled up, clicked up on his friend though
Free bro, he was makin' it active
Most of them actin' they know it get tragic, like
Two opps got hit and they jacked it
Still ain't get boomed tryna play for the Mavericks
Ain't no love in this shit, that's the number one rule
Number two, better stay with yo' tool
Like I lost bro, I been feenin' to oot'
Bro for the safe so we spinnin' in crews
Threw a shot, he was out till' the noon
Shhh got lucky that shit ain't gon' boom
Say he spinnin' on me? How I be runnin' them out with this big G too?

[Verse 3: 150 EBK]
Grrah, we get active on bro they gon' chat
When I got my first G, threw at opps back to back
Creep up broad day, tryna see where they at
Totin' .30 this shit puttin' weight on my lap
Boy makin' songs but he ain't let it clap
We was troopin' through blocks, we lurkin' we was stacked
.40 gon burn him hit up, it's a bag
He was dissin' the guys, we catch him get him whacked
Grrah like the sirens and shit made it hot
Niggas know I'm 150 she jackin' my bop
Let me know she a goat once she walked in the spot
Why these niggas be mad 'cause we fuckin' they thots?
Boy he got missin', runnin', but his friends slow
He said he spinned it, bet you we done sent those
Roscoe be dissin', bet you we done bent those
All these thots they be cuffin', bet you we done hit those

[Verse 4: WockHardt]
Four deep in the V, for Gz make it hot
Don't be scared tryna spin, is you comin' or not?
Park the V in the back, if you see one come out that building
Just make sure you up it and flock
Once this shit start, I swear it won't stop
I was clickin' so hard, clickin' till' he drop
She on my waist, don't think I'm a box
Every scene that I flicked had them duckin' they tops
Dotty dead now we tappin' our leg
Put the beam on his face, watch him beg
G2 like the number two Pists'
When I stack the clip up, gotta fill him with lead
She alone, he ain't think with his head
So many deads, who we rollin' up next?
Notti poked in his chest like Lotti
So many babies got rocked right to bed

[Verse 5: 150 Wiz]
I let it blow I ain't talkin' bout jammin'
I got a glockie, this shit will do damage
Made AJ freeze, I know he panicked
This shit a ghost I ain't talkin' bout Phantom
Big .40 you know what we do
.380, we wipin' yo crew
Lookin' for rec' I ain't talkin' bout who?
1— 150 stacks [?]

[Chorus: 150 Bump]
He think he hot 'til he catch a hollow
Like, runnin' and duckin' his taco
Die Y, like most of them got low
Most of them rapper niggas caught a shot though
Like, he tried to say he on hots though
Sev-Shot, he should've been in a box though
I'm tryna flock 'em, I ain't tryna box though
I never put a Y right next to my O