Delirious by TcmHoLLoW Lyrics
[Bridge 1]
Back up on my hoe shit again
Hit then hit the door shit again
Bit then ate the flow, spit it back
Cause we makin' hella dough wit all dat
[Verse 1]
Get the oven lit
They get shook when it hot, it hit
Straight shook, when it hit they split
Walking wildfire, come around and I get you lit
Me & Steez been ballin, said he can't handle the cars
So name the price and it is ours
Rolex on da wrist the rocks from Mars
I ain't wit' da blicks I'm breakin' jaws
Most y'alls fake as shit y'all with the toys
Got the building makin' noise
This them God flows sonny boy
& we makin dividends
Ain't makin sense ? Then get rid of him
Ain't had a pot with the yеllow shit
So mama said since a lil jit
Aim for the top nevеr below it, if it's nothin' I know how to revel it
& I came from it I'm devilish
They changin' my temperament
Who got the amenity? I ain't affectionate, so it's good we got the levels set
I take yo top off, we ain't gon be level headed
Send yo ass to good heavens medics
Before I fry em my nigga, I get em breaded, pack em up & I'm good to sell em
(sellout.. don't sellout... let's do it better)
[Bridge 2]
Back up on my hoe shit again
Hit then hit the door shit again
Call up Mario
Tell the man we makin all the dough
[Verse 2]
2K all green with the money
Blackout, Black Friday, party wit a crash dummy
Baby gon sing, hit it from the back in Gucci's, she scream "Oh My God!" like Ronny, sayin' I'm too horny
I guess that is that, & she say I'm a devil I move like Taz
They was wanting the smoke so I gave em asthma
Let me air out the choppa, got breathin' failure
He said he was a blood, so I showed him plasma
Told em this ain't no tonic you off the Zaza
Been murdering back to backs
You was droppin', yo only heat when you packed
And it like *gunshots*
To the back, grtt pow, meet the maker man
Boys in the hood, Ricky down by the Pontiac
Fee Fi Fum, off a bean wit a big gat
Ops on my marker, you sharpie, you big cap
Shordy dig dat, 24, wit' a big splash
With the cool cats & we eatin' up big rats
Y'all got dues, big fax on a big tax
Don't get dat, HoLLoW get back brtt dat
World Cup, talkin' bout the way the choppa kick back
Shoutout Albert, pockets on big fat
Diablo, das my dick sobriquet
Hit it from the back red mark wit' a big slap
Back up on my hoe shit again
Hit then hit the door shit again
Bit then ate the flow, spit it back
Cause we makin' hella dough wit all dat
[Verse 1]
Get the oven lit
They get shook when it hot, it hit
Straight shook, when it hit they split
Walking wildfire, come around and I get you lit
Me & Steez been ballin, said he can't handle the cars
So name the price and it is ours
Rolex on da wrist the rocks from Mars
I ain't wit' da blicks I'm breakin' jaws
Most y'alls fake as shit y'all with the toys
Got the building makin' noise
This them God flows sonny boy
& we makin dividends
Ain't makin sense ? Then get rid of him
Ain't had a pot with the yеllow shit
So mama said since a lil jit
Aim for the top nevеr below it, if it's nothin' I know how to revel it
& I came from it I'm devilish
They changin' my temperament
Who got the amenity? I ain't affectionate, so it's good we got the levels set
I take yo top off, we ain't gon be level headed
Send yo ass to good heavens medics
Before I fry em my nigga, I get em breaded, pack em up & I'm good to sell em
(sellout.. don't sellout... let's do it better)
[Bridge 2]
Back up on my hoe shit again
Hit then hit the door shit again
Call up Mario
Tell the man we makin all the dough
[Verse 2]
2K all green with the money
Blackout, Black Friday, party wit a crash dummy
Baby gon sing, hit it from the back in Gucci's, she scream "Oh My God!" like Ronny, sayin' I'm too horny
I guess that is that, & she say I'm a devil I move like Taz
They was wanting the smoke so I gave em asthma
Let me air out the choppa, got breathin' failure
He said he was a blood, so I showed him plasma
Told em this ain't no tonic you off the Zaza
Been murdering back to backs
You was droppin', yo only heat when you packed
And it like *gunshots*
To the back, grtt pow, meet the maker man
Boys in the hood, Ricky down by the Pontiac
Fee Fi Fum, off a bean wit a big gat
Ops on my marker, you sharpie, you big cap
Shordy dig dat, 24, wit' a big splash
With the cool cats & we eatin' up big rats
Y'all got dues, big fax on a big tax
Don't get dat, HoLLoW get back brtt dat
World Cup, talkin' bout the way the choppa kick back
Shoutout Albert, pockets on big fat
Diablo, das my dick sobriquet
Hit it from the back red mark wit' a big slap