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Hollow Video (MV)




Performed By: GFMC
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Jay Lewis




GFMC - Hollow Lyrics




Stay with a mac, all of my youngins be boomin' and ain't afraid to let it blast,
Ain't talkin a photo, But he in a rectangle when it flash
And she tryna love me for promo, But I'm knowin' that she just want me for the cash
Catch 44 from a bulldog, when it bark, I bet you he ain't biting back

Talking for thotties really get him whacked
I ain't a shooter, but I could attack
Shout out to Sleepy, cause he gettin' racks, They hatin' a hollow hit em in they back
Bae told me make a crescendo, So I shot him with different extendos

Bro a realtor he know how to flip homes, I'm an oldie, I got her a flip phone
Made a M from a L Nintendo, brudda move and peel his cap from the window
And I never could care for a lil' ho We pull up, turn a big to a lil' bro
And they talkin' like they wanna get exposed, When we saw him he wasn't on any smoke

But I'm really woke, if he facin' the book then we get him poked
Nah, push a round to his head and we let it ring
Told my girl I'ma give her a wedding ring, mess wit' baby or moms' and we let it sing
And then let him sink, had to open his mind to let him think

Always seein' the prize, can never blink, Nah, what you saying, always seein' the, but look,
Never reachin' my peak, Last dude tried me, left him deceased
Up in the streets, come on a beat And then I gotta eat, cause I been a beast
Brody had called me with beats, Had told me Imma have a feast, I had to go see,

Gave him the word like a priest
Then gave him money for the lease, It's nothin' to me,
How you be touchin' the king, Everybody know wazzam, you ain't ducking uh
Nah, what you say though, told him to stop it you know I don't play, though

I just come through and get up in your Xbox Now she wanna get a new halo
Since a youngin I been having pesos, fire by me so they call me El fuego
I been up on the road, really up in my zone, So I told him don't play with the gang tho
My big brudda a G, he be gettin' his sleep, And a chef when it come to the queso

Lots my brothers around really stay with a pound so it make em go Hasta luego
Send a one, two, boom, boom, boom Shots gon' go to his brain, though
Oh, wait that was three, Playin' with me is gon' cost you a fee
Probably your wife, think you cool Then we takin' his life

Yeah and I said your wife, Give her back shots day to the night
Shout out my big brother Sheff and Dusty Cause you know they movin' right
And I can't forget my big brother Sleepy Cause you know he movin' tight
With a hollow, If you thinkin' you cool then bullets what you gon' swallow

And she sayin' that she wanna come through and kick it I told her baby can't allow those
Cause since a lil' youngin been countin' my hunnids, That's all I really care about though
Ha ha, ha, say, it's light Ha ha, nah, say
It's light, say, say, nah It's light, ayy

Nah, stop playin' with me, stupid
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Stay with a mac, all of my youngins be boomin' and ain't afraid to let it blast,
Ain't talkin a photo, But he in a rectangle when it flash
And she tryna love me for promo, But I'm knowin' that she just want me for the cash
Catch 44 from a bulldog, when it bark, I bet you he ain't biting back

Talking for thotties really get him whacked
I ain't a shooter, but I could attack
Shout out to Sleepy, cause he gettin' racks, They hatin' a hollow hit em in they back
Bae told me make a crescendo, So I shot him with different extendos

Bro a realtor he know how to flip homes, I'm an oldie, I got her a flip phone
Made a M from a L Nintendo, brudda move and peel his cap from the window
And I never could care for a lil' ho We pull up, turn a big to a lil' bro
And they talkin' like they wanna get exposed, When we saw him he wasn't on any smoke

But I'm really woke, if he facin' the book then we get him poked
Nah, push a round to his head and we let it ring
Told my girl I'ma give her a wedding ring, mess wit' baby or moms' and we let it sing
And then let him sink, had to open his mind to let him think

Always seein' the prize, can never blink, Nah, what you saying, always seein' the, but look,
Never reachin' my peak, Last dude tried me, left him deceased
Up in the streets, come on a beat And then I gotta eat, cause I been a beast
Brody had called me with beats, Had told me Imma have a feast, I had to go see,

Gave him the word like a priest
Then gave him money for the lease, It's nothin' to me,
How you be touchin' the king, Everybody know wazzam, you ain't ducking uh
Nah, what you say though, told him to stop it you know I don't play, though

I just come through and get up in your Xbox Now she wanna get a new halo
Since a youngin I been having pesos, fire by me so they call me El fuego
I been up on the road, really up in my zone, So I told him don't play with the gang tho
My big brudda a G, he be gettin' his sleep, And a chef when it come to the queso

Lots my brothers around really stay with a pound so it make em go Hasta luego
Send a one, two, boom, boom, boom Shots gon' go to his brain, though
Oh, wait that was three, Playin' with me is gon' cost you a fee
Probably your wife, think you cool Then we takin' his life

Yeah and I said your wife, Give her back shots day to the night
Shout out my big brother Sheff and Dusty Cause you know they movin' right
And I can't forget my big brother Sleepy Cause you know he movin' tight
With a hollow, If you thinkin' you cool then bullets what you gon' swallow

And she sayin' that she wanna come through and kick it I told her baby can't allow those
Cause since a lil' youngin been countin' my hunnids, That's all I really care about though
Ha ha, ha, say, it's light Ha ha, nah, say
It's light, say, say, nah It's light, ayy

Nah, stop playin' with me, stupid
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Writer: Jay Lewis
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