Hollows

[Intro: Sugarhill Dede & Reese Loc]
Grrah, grrah
Gang-gang-gang
(Gang-gang-gang)
It's that dede nigga
Grrah
Nd I'm smoking on Jay6ix
Grrah

[Verse 1: 83baby]
It's that 83baby nigga
They ain't know I was back on that shit
No 2 to the 8 cuz we parking that shit
B-Bullets start flying, get shot with ya bitch
He try to run, bullets far from the whip
Like I'm tired of dissing n shit
When ya niggas gon bend thru the strip?
Smoking Jay6ix, got hit in his lip
Rah, Ray, dead inna whip (rah rahhh)
Smoking Lay, mixed in with the Rip
Try 41 bop, end up inna spliff
Call up Reese, he gon empty the clip
And DeDe gon slide with the grip
Like I know how it go
I throw a shot then I gotta get low
Talking on bro, better stay with a pole
He try to run, throw a shot at his toe
({?} a backseat, where he gon go)

[Verse 2: Sugarhill Dede]
Grrah, grrah
Gang-gang
Free Flock, he stuck on the rock
When that nigga home, he put inna box
Niggas run when I back out the chop
You 2 to the 8? Ima send a shot
Bro got a beam onna Glock
Make niggas run, coming down the block
Jay6ix, Lotti, AJ, popped
MS, Kalvin, both got shot
C Blu, Mally, both suck cock
I can not wait till I catch me a flock
Like glah
We smoke Rah, we smoke Gaddy, we smoke Fries
Kick her out, she wasting me time
Can't fuck with a ally, I think she the line
Yo Mel, let's blitz
Got a knock n this shit got a kick
Backdoor closed, can't go out like rick
Got the knock on my side and I'm feening to click
Smoking Lotti, he resting in piss
I'm ducking the D's but he keep tryna blitz
Fuck a flock, nigga I'm legit
They know my body, sliding with the rips (with the rips) (with the rips)

[Verse 3: Reese Loc]
(Like every opp shot nigga, it's that Reese Loc nigga
Smoking all deads, suck my dick)
I'm like fuck it, back out chop cuz he think that I'm bluffin
Rah, Beanz, got hit in his muffin (rah rahh)
Smelly a dick, he got poked in his stomach
They got so many deads
Nazzy got clapped, he was holding his chest
JB got hit, he was tapping his neck
Lotti dead, fuck the cap
Frankie ran, he a pack
Fuck the 2's, we smoke Matt (Matt Savv)
With the nick, with the makks
{?} ballas, he get clapped
(gang-gang-gang)

[Verse 4: Melbinbuggin]
First things first, Ima start off like this
Fuck all the opps, they ain't neva did shit
2 to the 8, all that shit to my dick
If I catch {GC?} then that boy getting spliffed
{?} that boy is kid
Remember them days, had him ducking his wig
I don't know why they talking on bro
Like these niggas not smoking on Zay
83 gon hop out the cut, start dumping
See the opps, we had em running
JC gon geek if he jacking 200
Don't care if you with em, you know Ima dump it
6ix got hit and that boy didn't speak
Matt got hit, he got put onna knees
Can't lack so I'm sliding with Reese
DeDe be bugging, you know he the tweak
(you know he the tweak)

[Verse 5: 3StripesJc]
(Grrah, every opp shot)
Ahhhh
You was talking on bro, it's lit
Spin thru the 8 tryna catch me a hit
Ally you chatting, like get off my dick
You better stop chatting, go pick up a grip
{?} a demon, you know Ima blow
See a opp, I'm letting it go
Jay6ix dead, y'all ain't let it blow
Like, glah glah glah (glah glah)
(Glah glah glah glah)
(That 3JC) (gang)
(like 6O gang)

[Verse 6: 3StripesJc]
O-Oh you thought I was done with this shit
Run up on me, I'm dumping this grip
Jaybop, Twis, they both in my spliff
Don't forget about Lotti, that shit gotta kick
83 with me, he totin a stick (totin a stick)
(83 with me, he totin a stick)
(l-like glahhh)

[Verse 7: 83baby]
Lay had died, shoulda kept punching
Jayrip stopped, shoulda kept running
Rah in the cab, got hit in his muffin
Naz on the floor, shoulda kept pumpin

[Verse 8: Sugarhill DeDe]
If you dropping my O then you shot
Don't jack you the bro if you fuck with the opps (glah)
Setty, we smoking ya pops (gang)
I'm flocking for Notti and flocking for Dot

[Verse 9: Reese Loc]
Why Jay Dotty, on my dick?
Like Matt Sav, ain't get hit?
Beanz, Frank, Lay, spliff
So many niggas got took off the list (rah rah)

[Verse 10: Melbinbuggin]
Ayo bro, who that? (glah)
Reese gon click, tryna flick onna makk (gang gang gang)
Can't lack, gotta walk with a strap (lotti)
Gon blitz thru the front, you gon blitz thru the back

[Verse 11: 3StripesJc]
Hop out gang, y'all better stop ducking (grah)
2 to the 8, y'all niggas on nothing (grah grah)
6 to the O, we aimin for muffin (grah bang)
Spin thru that block, y'all better start running
(grah, rickyyyy)
(grah grah)
(that 6O gang bitch)