Lyrics
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We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party
We caught Sluggah in the party, ah, yeah
We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
I spent eighty on my chain, that's a lotta jewelry
Shot that nigga so much times, he probably think I OD'd
We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
I spent eighty on my chain, that's a lotta jewelry
Shot that nigga so much times, he probably think I OD'd
Watch a .30 rip his back out, another man down
You can catch me in the trap house until I blackout
You can catch me with this choppa and watch me black out
Avianne sent my chain in before I cashed out, my condo trapped out
I got hunnid niggas that would do you for a breezy
But crodie do it for free just to tell me that he sleezy
Lil' rich, he makin' plays, he drivin' up and down on Peachtree
This Glock so beastie
We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
I spent eighty on my chain, that's a lotta jewelry
Shot that nigga so much times, he probably think I OD'd
We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
I spent eighty on my chain, that's a lotta jewelry
Shot that nigga so much times, he probably think I OD'd
'Cause we hit him in the lobby, there goes a body
See this Royce push to start, we don't need no car key
And I wonder why she on me, 'cause jewelry on me
Plus this .40 it stay on me, it's filled with zombies
See we caught him on a back street, that whip got filled up
Shawty she a battery, she fuck with killers
She said her man is real but she know I'm realer
She love that I'm a driller, a drug dealer
If these niggas gon' slide, then you know we slide back
Nine shots up in his ribs, we call that a nine pack
You can catch me on the Finch, we live where the crime at
If that boy ain't got no bodies, than we cannot sign that
This Cully way too big I can't even park it
And you niggas want no beef, so please do not start shit
See this Deadmi' in my blunt got me feelin' nauseous
And the streets know I'm a killer way before a artist
When it comes to this rap shit, I'm the hardest
'Cause the streets they want it raw, so I give you raw shit
And I never had a flaw, way before diamonds, flawless
She said, "Baby, you too mod," I just be actin' modest
We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
I spent eighty on my chain, that's a lotta jewelry
Shot that nigga so much times, he probably think I OD'd
We put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
We caught Sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
I spent eighty on my chain, that's a lotta jewelry
Shot that nigga so much times, he probably think I OD'd
Mark Gardner, Quinton Gardner
Songtrust Ave