LP Rambo - Hollow Road lyrics
[LP Rambo - Hollow Road lyrics]
Smoke then say it, boy
Ya know we waiting, boy
Hollow road waiting for him
Make shit dangerous aye
Hear the key in what im sayin', boy
My glockie just keep on spraying, boy
We told him he could keep on playin, g boy
Telling all them lies to us
Smiled in our face, boy
If it look like his whip
I'm going on a chase for it
I got too much hate for
Him gotta shoot his face, boy
Don't play with me
Boy I hate toys it ain't for us
I'm the first splurger, Splurge president
But i ain't george
I would always fold a fuck
Nigga but I hate chores
If a nigga try me one day, he gone pay for it
All white, Nike A-Force
But I'll cake Jordans
Yea, I might just by a lace for 'em
Your shit's ain't for em
Everything on me stay foreign
Shit you can't 'ford
Stop flexing shit that ain't yours
I keep on sayin' it, lord
Picasso, had the paint him boy
Brushes rainin boy
This the type of death make you sit
Down and wanna blame the Lord
Even then, gotta thank the Lord
But he can't save you boy
Whoever made you think like that
I swear they played you, boy
Smoke then say it, boy
Ya know we waiting, boy
Hollow road waiting for him
Make shit dangerous aye
Hear the key in what I'm sayin', boy
My glockie just keep on spraying, boy
We told him he could keep on playing, boy
Telling all them lies to us
Smiled in our face, boy
If it look like his whip
I'm going on a chase for it
I got too much hate for him
Gotta shoot his face boy
Ya know we waiting, boy
Hollow road waiting for him
Make shit dangerous aye
Hear the key in what im sayin', boy
My glockie just keep on spraying, boy
We told him he could keep on playin, g boy
Telling all them lies to us
Smiled in our face, boy
If it look like his whip
I'm going on a chase for it
I got too much hate for
Him gotta shoot his face, boy
Don't play with me
Boy I hate toys it ain't for us
I'm the first splurger, Splurge president
But i ain't george
I would always fold a fuck
Nigga but I hate chores
If a nigga try me one day, he gone pay for it
All white, Nike A-Force
But I'll cake Jordans
Yea, I might just by a lace for 'em
Your shit's ain't for em
Everything on me stay foreign
Shit you can't 'ford
Stop flexing shit that ain't yours
I keep on sayin' it, lord
Picasso, had the paint him boy
Brushes rainin boy
This the type of death make you sit
Down and wanna blame the Lord
Even then, gotta thank the Lord
But he can't save you boy
Whoever made you think like that
I swear they played you, boy
Smoke then say it, boy
Ya know we waiting, boy
Hollow road waiting for him
Make shit dangerous aye
Hear the key in what I'm sayin', boy
My glockie just keep on spraying, boy
We told him he could keep on playing, boy
Telling all them lies to us
Smiled in our face, boy
If it look like his whip
I'm going on a chase for it
I got too much hate for him
Gotta shoot his face boy