Hollow

Cochise

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    Uh, uh, uh

    Tamagotchi on my waist, I'm feelin' fresh
    Okay, I keep my homies with me, I can never stress
    Okay, I keep my bible on me, I'm forever blessed (blessed)
    I don't pay my tax (tax)
    Diamonds on my chest (uh, uh)
    I'm the best (uh, uh)
    Nothin' less (uh)
    Pull up in a tesla, uh, on a quest, huh
    Now I'm coming next (next)
    I'ma make my bands (yes)
    Y'all need to relax (lax)
    Y'all ain't need to, ooh (uh, uh)

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    Uh, uh, pull up on 'em proper (uh, proper)
    Uh, uh, pop open the trunk, get the chopper (uh)
    Got a white tee, inuyasha (inuyasha, uh)
    I don't know her name, but she a topper (uh)
    Where we at? (uh) studio (oh)
    Take off on 'em, (oh) ufo (oh)
    I got that blade all on my back, they call me ichigo
    I got a señorita, say she come from mexico (uh, uh)
    I been high, never low (low), star like I'm joe (joe)
    Slippin' niggas like neo and niggas be hatin' like dio
    Uh, gettin' money, that's a reach
    Now, she on me like a leech
    Nigga better practice what you preach
    Niggas be hollow like it's bleach
    Niggas hollow like it's bleach
    Why he lyin' through his teeth?
    I been grindin' on the streets
    Gettin' money on my feet
    I can never take defeat
    Devil tryna tempt me like I'm weak (uh, uh)
    I been out here drippin' like a leak (uh, uh)
    I been out here lookin' hella fleek
    Okay ya dig (uh, uh)
    Uh, uh like a booger
    Come give me some sugar
    White tee on me like booker
    Niggas mad, I understand, that's his girl, I took her
    And I said: Hey, I like your girl
    And I know you a looker
    Nigga mean, talkin' smack
    Got a tee on my back
    Your bitch mean, homies strapped
    With the team, never lack
    Put my dreads in some plats
    He's chasin' clout, I'm chasin' stacks
    They ghosted ruby like I'm max
    And my nigga, I be spittin' facts

    Uh, I've been feelin' good, can confess
    Heard he mad, ron artest
    Punch his chest, lost his breath
    Shawty bad, oh my God
    Diamonds look like meth
    No, why you walkin' off?
    Uh, need a coat like raf
    I think I should take
    Okay jit, okay jit, okay jit, okay jit
    Niggas mad, yeah, I'm lit
    Niggas mad, she my bitch
    I been mad like I'm mean (okay)
    Load an arrow like I'm pit (okay)
    I been lookin' mean (okay)
    But I know I'm clean (okay)

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