Yeah
Break mode
Pray for me
I ain't gone
Take it slow
And I ain't gonna make you wait fo it
Take over
The late show
Like Steph Colbert
Say hello
To fame when you see her
Send her my way homie
You were misinformed if you thought
We were thru with writing music
We just needed a plot
Wanted to have meaning for the words that we jot
Sorry that it took a while
It's crock pot hip hop
I hope somebody's taking the minutes
I get on a beat and beat it up until it's diminished
And then when I'm finished
I load up my clip
And spray the game till it tastes paint, Dennis the Menace
Load it up
Unload it
My guns golden
Shooting at mumble
Until it gets unnoticed
Rhyming so humble it's
Almost an unspoken
Rated to under but
Thats it I'm done boasting
You know what
Two years ago we didn't get no traffic
Like a closed road
Show up to a show and no body would even show so
Inner enemy telling me to pack up and go home
Feeling out of my element I just needed to phone home
Now we got what I call a nich
We don't stop
No we not gonna call it quits
Till we on top
And it's frosty up on the tip
Taking shots
We don't get salty we get revenge
Ugh
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for the brain... Hollow Points
I'll die for the rap
Don't write me in caps
I bite When I snack
And fight like a cat
I might be off track
But I'll be right back
My wifey is slap
Your wifey is trash
Don't hi me on chat
Then bye me on snap
I might be in black
My IV is capped
You might be a rat
Your smile just cracked butttttt (Quiet) I never said that you could laugh! Ugh
I've been colder then the winter
Hotter than the summer
I am so in love with music that I do
It when I slumber
Shoot me a verse and I will target you like gunners
They all about the city just give me the sticks like a drummer
Always dreamed of nice things a big house and a hummer
But the truth in all of this is that I'm broker than a bummer
Lately I've been broken in a way I'm like a rubber
Except in 9 months I'll be in concerts not a jumper
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for the brain... Hollow Points
Onefortyfive - Hollow Points Lyrics
Onefortyfive - Hollow Points Lyrics
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Yeah
Break mode
Pray for me
I ain't gone
Take it slow
And I ain't gonna make you wait fo it
Take over
The late show
Like Steph Colbert
Say hello
To fame when you see her
Send her my way homie
You were misinformed if you thought
We were thru with writing music
We just needed a plot
Wanted to have meaning for the words that we jot
Sorry that it took a while
It's crock pot hip hop
I hope somebody's taking the minutes
I get on a beat and beat it up until it's diminished
And then when I'm finished
I load up my clip
And spray the game till it tastes paint, Dennis the Menace
Load it up
Unload it
My guns golden
Shooting at mumble
Until it gets unnoticed
Rhyming so humble it's
Almost an unspoken
Rated to under but
Thats it I'm done boasting
You know what
Two years ago we didn't get no traffic
Like a closed road
Show up to a show and no body would even show so
Inner enemy telling me to pack up and go home
Feeling out of my element I just needed to phone home
Now we got what I call a nich
We don't stop
No we not gonna call it quits
Till we on top
And it's frosty up on the tip
Taking shots
We don't get salty we get revenge
Ugh
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for the brain... Hollow Points
I'll die for the rap
Don't write me in caps
I bite When I snack
And fight like a cat
I might be off track
But I'll be right back
My wifey is slap
Your wifey is trash
Don't hi me on chat
Then bye me on snap
I might be in black
My IV is capped
You might be a rat
Your smile just cracked butttttt (Quiet) I never said that you could laugh! Ugh
I've been colder then the winter
Hotter than the summer
I am so in love with music that I do
It when I slumber
Shoot me a verse and I will target you like gunners
They all about the city just give me the sticks like a drummer
Always dreamed of nice things a big house and a hummer
But the truth in all of this is that I'm broker than a bummer
Lately I've been broken in a way I'm like a rubber
Except in 9 months I'll be in concerts not a jumper
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for the brain... Hollow Points
Break mode
Pray for me
I ain't gone
Take it slow
And I ain't gonna make you wait fo it
Take over
The late show
Like Steph Colbert
Say hello
To fame when you see her
Send her my way homie
You were misinformed if you thought
We were thru with writing music
We just needed a plot
Wanted to have meaning for the words that we jot
Sorry that it took a while
It's crock pot hip hop
I hope somebody's taking the minutes
I get on a beat and beat it up until it's diminished
And then when I'm finished
I load up my clip
And spray the game till it tastes paint, Dennis the Menace
Load it up
Unload it
My guns golden
Shooting at mumble
Until it gets unnoticed
Rhyming so humble it's
Almost an unspoken
Rated to under but
Thats it I'm done boasting
You know what
Two years ago we didn't get no traffic
Like a closed road
Show up to a show and no body would even show so
Inner enemy telling me to pack up and go home
Feeling out of my element I just needed to phone home
Now we got what I call a nich
We don't stop
No we not gonna call it quits
Till we on top
And it's frosty up on the tip
Taking shots
We don't get salty we get revenge
Ugh
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for the brain... Hollow Points
I'll die for the rap
Don't write me in caps
I bite When I snack
And fight like a cat
I might be off track
But I'll be right back
My wifey is slap
Your wifey is trash
Don't hi me on chat
Then bye me on snap
I might be in black
My IV is capped
You might be a rat
Your smile just cracked butttttt (Quiet) I never said that you could laugh! Ugh
I've been colder then the winter
Hotter than the summer
I am so in love with music that I do
It when I slumber
Shoot me a verse and I will target you like gunners
They all about the city just give me the sticks like a drummer
Always dreamed of nice things a big house and a hummer
But the truth in all of this is that I'm broker than a bummer
Lately I've been broken in a way I'm like a rubber
Except in 9 months I'll be in concerts not a jumper
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for the brain... Hollow Points
Writer: Cameron Crego, Cody Crego
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid