Dead 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