about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West End up dying from hollow points
This is how it all goes down so watch me drop this kid This is how you fuckin` give me thanks My fingers on the trigger hollow tip point blank This
on tight, to your life Cause we just might have to take it Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points
it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep
insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West End up dying from hollow points
ringers and pistol slingers with itchy fingers Getting high on inhaling nigga smoke that lingers Buck wild hostile we verbal barrels threw nostrils My hollow point
shit here is hard to swallow Could be hazardous to your health Fully equipped to leave your insides hollow Ziplock lips and listen I'm on a mission, switchin
stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West End up dying from hollow points
I? [Chorus] I'm Mr. Tre-five-seven, quick to peel a cap, I'm yo friend to the end, you know I got yo back, I'm known to every trigga finga so everytime
the finger points at the punk And your crew wasn't down from the get-go Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go? Hollow points get to the point
on some fools tonight Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight Don't give a fuck about who I hit when I fly The only thought that's on