[Intro]

Aye Hollow run that hoe back

Aye

Aye Aye (Hollow)

Aye hollow turn me up

Bitch

Damn Hollow

[Verse 1: Erica Banks]

Rock and I roll and I hop on this hoe

Ain’t no pen I go straight off the top

Turn up the bass, lil’ hoe back up out my face

Aim that lil’ beam at a opp

Hoe I got shooters, hoe I got bitches who fight

Pick what you want in a second

I don’t go rest to club with these bitches no more

Cause these bitches ain’t real and they messy

Hoe I’m the shit, no we ain't stunning yo bitch

Hoe mad I'm running with Top Off

He coming over no he spending the night

Pull up I’m taking the lock off

Aye talking that shit from thе side shit

Trip and they knocking yo block off

How you talk all that shit from a distance

But can't buy thе real cause you rocking the knock off

Aye lil’ boy go pull up yo pants

Counting the pacer then do my lil’ dance

Know that shit back and he all in a stance

Can’t get my number I don't want a man

How you gone beef when you still got a job bitch

Talk to me when you can quit

How you beef with a bitch who been harder than you

Beef with me when you can spit

I don't know how cause they know my shit poppin

Know my shit bumpin’ I do it for real

I ain’t be rapping a year in this hoe, but I’m here in this hoe

And I turned down to two deals

I be on camera like “Abrakadabra”

Pull out the mic they like how do you feel

I'm on a mission on top of these bitches

Just roll me blunt but I'm good on them pills bitch

[Verse 2: Str3tch]

Hit that lil bitch skrrt she dropped off

This off the top reverse it Top Off

Niggas want beef but we keep that iron

But we still goin’ swing turn this bitch into top golf

Flow so sick go me nauseous

Top off cut shooting dice into offices

It’s crazy we really be turning down offers

You can jump like Kriss if you Kross us

Bitch eat my lap while I’m changing lanes

Shit sound like Meghan and Wayne

Keep two sticks got them striped on some shit

Imma up it goin’ look like I'm Raising Canes

You don’t want smoke niggas(?)

You niggas holding in up scripts

Pockets got C-notes, blue hunnids, whatever

We in the strip club and we throwing crip

Don’t fuck with no pills but you can get drugs

We ain’t got time to be holding no grudge

Don’t be confused I ain't talking bout weed

But we will roll up and smoke all of your buds

I kinda miss pouring up mud

Boys be be weak but act all tough in the club

Lying you act like bang, you jump by the gang

Have you and niggas out throwing up blood

Hitter so big by the double we blitzing

Bitches suck dick no cutter no kissing

Got enough game to make any hoe listen

Chains on my neck like a video vixen

Dancing bitch throw that ass like a tantrum

She ate the dick behind tent like we camping

All this dough and all this flow y’all probably think a nigga talk about a mansion

I got bars im a rapper

Own this bars like a rapper

I don't drink lean no more i done seen more scripts than an actor

I use to sip medical drank, rap better than me that a hell of a prank

Sis you better watch these bitches they snitches

They just some talentless Erica Bank (got damn hold up’)