Released: March 19, 2015
Songwriter: Scott Arceneaux Jr. Aristos Petrou
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Produced by Budd Dwyer]
[Intro: Frayser Boy]
Hit the, hit the, hit the—
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
[Verse 1: YUNG DEATH/LIL LIFE]
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
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]
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back (Ayy), ho, I gotta holla at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: ODDY NUFF DA $NOW LEOPARD]
Here I come to paint it grey
Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes
Light the blunt and fucking 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 fucking 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
[Chorus: Frayser Boy]
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone...
Cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction nigga ain’t no stoppin' that
[Outro: Frayser Boy]
Hit the— Hit the—
Cock it— Cock it back
Ho-ho, I— holla at
[Intro: Frayser Boy]
Hit the, hit the, hit the—
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
[Verse 1: YUNG DEATH/LIL LIFE]
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
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]
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back (Ayy), ho, I gotta holla at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: ODDY NUFF DA $NOW LEOPARD]
Here I come to paint it grey
Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes
Light the blunt and fucking 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 fucking 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
[Chorus: Frayser Boy]
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone...
Cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction nigga ain’t no stoppin' that
[Outro: Frayser Boy]
Hit the— Hit the—
Cock it— Cock it back
Ho-ho, I— holla at
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