Hollow 150 Wiz (Ft. 150 Bump, 150 EBK, COE Wiki & WockHardt)

[Intro: 150 Wiz]
Grrah, free the slimes
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(Chee on the beat)
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus: 150 Wiz]
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
Chest 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

[Verse 1: 150 Wiz]
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