Hollowed Out Suicide Video (MV)

She ask me are you high?
I say hell yeah, what it do?
I wonder 'bout my life and if these feelings are all mine
She asks me why won't you reply?
I smile, turn, look into her eyes
Get the f*ck out my room bitch but leave the backwoods on the side
I'm switching lanes with the top down
F*ck what you think, you a bitch
Racing no one in a ghost town
Black Beamer got it dropped down
Halfway faded, half hollowed out
Crushed up the pills slow
Put it in my f*cking Coke
I ain't thinking 'bout you hoe
Only think about the blow
I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't tripping on shit
I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit
Riding in a two tone suicide, bitch
Smoking on gas in the back of da whip
I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't tripping on shit
I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit
Riding in a two tone suicide, bitch
Smoking on gas in the back of da whip
Crushing up the pills slow
Put it in my f*cking Coke
I ain't thinking 'bout you, hoe
Only think about the blow
I ain't think about you hoe
I ain't think about you hoe
I ain't think about you hoe
I ain't think about you hoe