Track 10

[Verse 1] Hollowman I got the weapon to beef Gs Drop one and let the second release squeeze Top gun and niggas repping the streets We block gangbangers from Peckham to E Street Got my own straps I don't beg guns Got the Tec ready for whenever death comes And when his head spun all he saw was gully niggas jumping out the whip busting off screaming red rum Niggas mad hungry so niggas get bunned Strip's dead niggas living off of bread crumbs So we press guns Slugs biting niggas in the night like a bed bug Tiny Boost, Young Butch get the hood kicking North we'll give you little bitch niggas good kicking You know the hoods difference: niggas in your hood chicken If one of them gets dropped I'm like good riddance Time is money so niggas get the buj ticking Never really had a dad, I was hood risen Niggas living in this hood prison We was most hated now every hood listen Pecky gangbanger I ain't on the hood switching Squeeze off and watch the head under his hood spinning Niggas better look, listen The real talk's got every other hood spitting Ask Young Butch, and ask [censored] how many lives that the gun took I ask who said that, niggas gone shook Now everybody's looking at me with a dumb look Back out the same time you get your buns took I know a lot of motherfuckers wan to bun [censored] Niggas ripping up the track not one hook