Dead Batteries - $uicideboy$

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 (Ayy), ho, I gotta holla at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy)

Here 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

Sippin' Gatorade and Tanqueray

I rake the blade and blame the flame

I save the fame for later dames

The gator chained up in the lake

Up early fucking gainin' brain

I train the pain by drainin' cake

I aim to reign my brain is stained

I stay the same, I never change

Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay

I stay away from flashin' 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— holla at