Giggs

Hollowman

Burn a couple pricks

The second that I reach for the strap and the bottom bit merge with the clip

Lotta niggas wanna murda the kid

So I don't trust nobody and I persie my spliff

Cock back the work then I pitch m.o.b

I got no time to put my sperm in a bitch

Is it creme? yes it certainly is

Rolling with my strap, on these nigga's in a peugeoty

Whip, when little pussies start things I don't wanna pussy clat loose nah fam I wanna pussy clat win

And I don't care if I ain't gota strap on me,

If I gota knife, I'm a push apart skin

Keep the f**kin pumps in cabinets

Build a big boy spliff, no cig, Rasta manning it

Fuck about fam I ain't havin it,

Gun or Knife

FUCK dah, I'm a buck or stab at it

Nigger this is hollowman, (yeah hollowman)

I made this movement on my own

And I don't owe no one shit

Famalam I do my shooting on my own

A couple want to move in on my throne

Betta listen what I'm sayin

Cause it be kinda stupid if you don't

And I ain't gotta prove shit cause I know

The next nigga f**ks with me he won't have no movement in his bones

Holla at my nigga on the phone

After I find out,

Where he keeps his bucky n his dough, I'm a skitso clappa

Pump hits your shit goes splatter

And I'm feeling like shit don't matter

Fam I'm old skool

Nigga's know me in the hood from the days,

When I used to mix down ragga

D-lo trappers

You nigga's ain't seeing no cabbage

(Nar)

I'm SN1 CEO status

And I ain't really feelin no rappers

You nigga's talking shit (shit)

Well you can get your silly nose flattend

Nigger this is hollowman, (yeah hollowman)