Released on March 19, 2015

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[Chorus: Frayser Boy & Yung Death/Lil Life]

Hit the, hit the, hit the—

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

($ui-$ui-$ui-$ui-$ui)

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that


[Verse 1: Yung Death/Lil Life]

Bitches know I got the vendetta

Rollin' up the lettuce, suicidal penned letters

Gone and roll the credits

Swervin' in a Chevy, ready

To land them hollow points

I'm comin' for that fetti, fetti

I hate to disappoint, just lace me down in grey and black

Lo-loced out, ridin' in my grandma's Cadillac

Pop–poppin' Roxys, got a hunnid in my backpack

Fu–full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black

Just move back, ho

[Chorus: Frayser Boy & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, cock it back (Ayy), ho, I gotta holler at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)


[Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]

Here I come to paint it grey

Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes

Light the blunt and fuckin' fade away

Took a minute to get it lit, and then even more to get it finished

Sippin' 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, fuckin' gainin' brain

I train the pain by drainin' cake

I aim to reign, my brain is stained

I stay the same, I never change

Don't pop Champagne, I'm a-okay

I stay away from flashin' lights

I paved my way straight to the bank


[Outro: Frayser Boy]

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the tone—

Cock it back, ho, I gotta holler at

Hollow points in your direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that

Hit the—, hit the—

Cock it—, cock it back

Ho-ho, I— holler at