Dead Batteries

[Intro: Frayser Boy]

Hit the, hit the, hit the

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

[Verse 1: Yung Christ]

*******es know I got the vendetta

Rollin' up the lettuce

$uicidal penned letters

Gone and roll the credits

Swervin' in a Chevy, ready to land them hollow points

I'm coming for that fetti, fetti

I hate to disappoint

Just lace me down in grey and black

Loc'ed out, ridin' in my grandmaw's Cadillac

Poppin' roxies, got 100 in my backpack

Full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black

Just move back, ho

[Hook: Frayser Boy]

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]

Here I come to paint it grey

Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes

Light the blunt and ******* fade away

Took a minute to get it lit and then, even more, to get it finished

Sipping Gatorade and Tanqueray

I rake the blade and blame the flame

I save the fame for later dames

The gator chained up in the lake

Up early ******* gaining brain

I train the pain by draining cake

I aim to reign my brain is stained

I say the same I never change

Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay

I stay away from fla*******ng lights

I paved my way straight to the bank

[Hook: Frayser Boy]

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that

Hit the tone, ******* it back, ho I gotta holla at

Hollow points in yo direction ******* ain’t no stoppin' that