I Got Hallow Rounds lyrics

[ Chorus ]
I'm so high, I see the sky.
Killing b*tches, I'm yo guy.
Hope you die, I'm so fye, he got caught lacking, hit between the eyes.
This sh*t so easy, like apple pie.

[ Verse 1 ]
He think he lit, don't slip.
Hit em with a stiff, smoke a bliff.
You lost your chance, you just whiffed.
Drift this b*tch, catch a swift.
Hella lit, fire ass fit.
Hit em with the right fist,
now he's p*ssed.
I ain't switch up on my homies,
don't get it twist - ed
Hella wicked, memory vivid,
he quitted, I've quickened, hella spitted.
You f*cking midget, listen to this gifted,
addicted - wicked kid.
He think he caught me, he stupid.
You're f*cking deluded, I'm disputed.
They included me, I execute.
They included you, you just a substitute .
Having fluid steam, a lucid dream.
Got a moving steam, music theme,
shooting team, you should see.
Killing them b*tches, like a shooting spree.
She grab my di*k, she pull it free.
She lookin d, pushin p.
[ Chorus ]
I'm so high, I see the sky.
Killing b*tches, I'm yo guy.
Hope you die, I'm so fye, he got caught lacking, hit between the eyes.
This sh*t so easy, like apple pie.

[ Verse 2 ]
He lies for free, high key.
He gone switch up on you, watch it g.
Got my dirty white tee, Nike free.
He think he wiped me, look behind yo head.
Facing to yo head, it's what my 9 sees.
I feel like another wise ye.
I got my pride g, don't spite me, don't care if you like me.
Let yo "bullets" strike me, can't see.
I knew you were gonna fail, im psyche.
Get my hands with dry blood, high flood.
Load the clip with hallow rounds.
Got racks, catch those pounds
Your moment slipped, it's mine and they like
"that flow sounds".
Load the clip, put it in the stick, shoot the hollow rounds.
It's like I got a glizzy ridin' around.
They talk so much but, they so scary.
You got gunners, it ain't many.
It seems me dissing you is necessary.
You eating her ass......
hope it's hairy.
You have imaginary enemies.
I test to time, best to see.
You on my di*k, let it be.
Catch that poison ivy, enjoy the icy, your di*k slimmy.
A high knee to yo face, high key.
Her clothes gone, it's getting spicy.
Hehe, yo di*k tiny.
[ Chorus ]
I'm so high, I see the sky.
Killing b*tches, I'm yo guy.
Hope you die, I'm so fye, he got caught lacking, hit between the eyes.
This sh*t so easy, like apple pie.
I'm so high, I see the sky.
Killing b*tches, I'm yo guy.
Hope you die, I'm so fye, he got caught lacking, hit between the eyes.
This sh*t so easy, like apple pie.