Hollow Point (feat. 40 Flow)

Why they gotta hate Gotta hate Gotta hate Bitches in my way But I cannot press the brakes I been writing music But I'm never taking brakes Why they say I'm simple When they know that's a mistake I pick up my pencil Take a bitch to outer space Shit is really blinding I ain't talking bout no mace That was really light And now I'm feeling outta place You can pray to Jesus Cuz I'll never give you Grace Said I wanna rap And you was laughing in my face Fill Josh up with hollows Now he really gotta brace Said His momma shoulda Swallowed Yeah I said he's a mistake I will compromise him And I rarely conversate What the fucks a god To a Fuckin rat race Kaso the space wizard But lately I'm outta state Said it's f*ck these bitches On my life She got replaced Transition: shoutout to The motherfuckin greats Wulf Bones Jeffery Eddy Bake I just paid some homage But it's Gotham where I stay Vert Knows how I'm talking When I say "hop out a wraith" I know they ain't walking Imma stomp em like a grape He say that he running What he running stay in place They eat up his music I think that shit is a waste Just like Tom Macdonald Stan's Who never had a taste Said What I said And I said what I say How he a Republican Satanic yesterday I ain't with that shit With that shit Anyway F*ck God, The System, Skydxddy and a break Look, Bitch I'm a demon I know like He get the cut and I get the dough You know how it go when you riding a stolen Like hop out the whip just to prove that it's it's stolen Done giving a f*ck, yeah I'm already scorin Been getting so high, yeah a young nigga soarin I'm all in her gut like a cyst I exploded She said she my hoe but I find her annoying Like no I can't cap so I bought her a Birkin Cuz she in her bag and know she can't afford it So hop out that whip get to shooting off dribble I been with the shits ever since I was little No fucks what I do We just pull up with sprinters I get to the bucket Im hitting the triple I been getting buckets You'd think I was little This glock on my hip Prove to you I'm official Like hop out with shooters You know I don't miss Like hop out and rip When I pull out that missile Like Kobe I'm shooting I'm hitting off dribble Like Ang, yeah you know I'm too official Like he finna die My niggas will ride Bro pop out the nine Bro slide to the five She know I'm a goat My dick in her throat I told her come in Now she begging for more You know how it go Introduced her to gang Now she got a gun And yeah she wear a chain And that shit say my name Yelling 40 the gang