Second Ta None

Riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches I be sick and so low Cause my life is frigid cold Tryna watch demons ride with me Hatred 'till the world explodes You can't revive Bodies stiff Hollow tips, that I spit Making yo ass cease to exist Now watch my trigger finger slip Disrespect me, that's a bet Watch you take yo last breath Got a chip up on my shoulder Pissed off, where the fuck I'm at Check that, check that's how I'm living Brain damage, well I'm thriftin' Exorcisms in the night from all of these deadly verses that I'm spittin' Riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Set it off, I never stop And I'm gangsta walking 'till the top Knock the world off it's axis Chaos, watching bodies drop Y'all wanna test it, leave 'em resting With yo mind spinning like a top Never been no fortunate son Temper stacked, all the way up Like a loaded fucking gun Once again, you know it's on Dmize got that hate that got y'all bustas on the run Now play that, play that second to none Only spitting nothing but facts Fuck the game, fuck y'all bitches Sit yo ass down in the back Riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches Some riches Got the hollow points for the snitches