Hollow Rounds YCK

[Chorus]
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's fuck what you talk and fuck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's fuck what you talk and fuck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain

[Verse 1]
Stuck inside with no place to go
I just lost my vision back in the smoke
A motherfucker's coming, shooting up some dope
He's got a couple bitches going off the zo'
Benzedrine and sip mescaline
They fucked up real bad but can't be seen
Until bitches sipping on a lower dose
No won't take long till' they overdose
Fucked up my set, no I won't take a bet
Coming close back up or you're gonna meet death
Tone on the side, sit back while I ride
Only spit real shit when I'm up on the mic
I don't gotta write when they're dissing my name
Cause I know what to spit and I know what to say
Ain't got shit, better trash that verse
Motherfuck what you thought and the rest of your words