Dead Batteries

Dead Batteries Hit the, hit the, hit the Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** 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 Po-Poppin' Roxys, got a hunnid in my backpack Fu-Full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black Just move back, hoe Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Here I come to paint it grey Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes, light the blunt and fuc*** fade away Took a minute to get it lit and then, even more, to get it finished Sipping 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 fuc*** 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 ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain't no stoppin' that