Lyrics HRT//ATTX - Hollowsolidd

War in my chest I call that heart attacks, aye
Walk into the store and pull out all the racks, aye
Got my new bitch titties and a Prada bag
Showing all these pussy bitches how to act

Diamonds in my watch I got these froze baguettes
I got drug money, I serve dope not fetty
Ain't it really funny my ex hoe still petty
Stab my heart with a damn knife, machete

Walk into the Stu you smell that green
Fuckin her so much I feel like Charlie Sheen
Wait bitch you fuckin talkin to me
This that vamp shit, this my fuckin carti team

Feel like Trippie Redd, roll the weed with all his ashes
I drunk drive 110, got the whip hope I don't crash it
Diamonds on my head, still no one to catch me lackin
Pull up in a rented, then receive a back end

Bitch I'm never lackin, swervin throughout traffic
Young assassin, shooter got the back end
Bitch gon catch this static, free smoke who gon have it?
Lungs are blackened, liver takin gallons

Drinkin on a Sunday
Throwin hella money
She a playboy bunny
Put that bitch in honey
Buyin out Barney's
Giorgio Armani
Coke it got me running
Coat yeah that shit Cartier

Burnin CD's handing out my flyer
No driver, shoot em like Gadyver
Fine when I'm sipping when I'm drivin
Swim in that girl just like a diver

Got all these Ill-faded problems
No one here is equipped to solve em
So I gotta do it by myself
Takin drugs, swear they fuckin help