Dead Batteries
SuicideBoy Lyrics
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Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Bitches know I got the vendetta
Rollin' up the lettuce
$uicidal penned letters
Gone and roll the credit's
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
Lo–loc'ed out
Ridin' in my grandma's Cadillac
Pop–poppin' Roxys
Got a hunnid in my backpack
Fu–full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black
Just move back, ho
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone, cock it back
(Ayy) , ho, I gotta holla at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that (Ayy, ayy)
Here I come to paint it grey
Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes
Light the blunt and fucking fade away
Took a minute to get it lit
And then even more to get it finished
Sippin' 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 fucking gainin' brain
I train the pain by drainin' cake
I aim to reign my brain is stained
I stay the same, I never change
Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay
I stay away from flashin' lights
I paved my way straight to the bank
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that hit the tone
Cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the Hit the cock it Cock it back
Ho-ho, I holla at
In "Dead Batteries," Suicideboys use violent imagery to convey their desire for revenge and their willingness to go to extremes to get it. The repeated refrain of "Hit the tone, cock it back, ho, I gotta holla at / Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga, ain't no stoppin' that" sets the tone for the song. The "tone" is likely a reference to a gun or other deadly weapon, and "hollow points" are bullets that expand on impact, causing greater damage to the target. The use of "ho" as a derogatory term further emphasizes the aggressive nature of the lyrics.
The verses continue the theme of revenge and violence, with the singer expressing their willingness to do whatever it takes to get what they want. References to drug use, drinking, and driving add to the sense of recklessness and danger. The lines "Here I come to paint it grey / Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes" suggest a desire to destroy or take revenge on something or someone, while the repetition of "I gotta holla at" reinforces the idea that the singer is determined to make their move.
Overall, "Dead Batteries" is a dark and menacing song that explores themes of revenge, violence, and self-destruction. It portrays a narrator who is willing to go to extremes to get what they want, even if it means harming themselves or others.
Line by Line Meaning
Hit the, hit the, hit the
Preparing to use a firearm
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
The singer is aiming a firearm with intent to harm someone
Bitches know I got the vendetta
Rollin' up the lettuce
$uicidal penned letters
Gone and roll the credit's
The singer is seeking revenge and writing messages about suicide
Swervin' in a Chevy
Ready to land them hollow points
I'm coming for that fetti, fetti
I hate to disappoint
The artist is driving recklessly to get to their target and is motivated by money
Just lace me down in grey and black
Lo–loc'ed out
Ridin' in my grandma's Cadillac
Pop–poppin' Roxys
Got a hunnid in my backpack
Fu–full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black
Just move back, ho
The artist is dressed in gang colors, using drugs, carrying cash and is making violent threats
Here I come to paint it grey
Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes
Light the blunt and fucking fade away
Took a minute to get it lit
And then even more to get it finished
Sippin' Gatorade and Tanqueray
The singer is referring to their life as dark and smoke-filled and is casually using drugs and alcohol
I rake the blade and blame the flame
I save the fame for later dames
The gator chained up in the lake
Up early fucking gainin' brain
I train the pain by drainin' cake
I aim to reign my brain is stained
I stay the same, I never change
The singer is alluding to dark, violent activities and is using sex, drugs, money, and violence as coping mechanisms
Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay
I stay away from flashin' lights
I paved my way straight to the bank
The artist is successful and avoids superficial things that come with success
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@mailuna202
People dont understand how much of an era this was
@daniellittleworth519
Still is
@littlejohnny2000
i’m glad we’re still part of it ;)
@imunlaxed1924
Spastik yeah fbi this comment right here
@maidenmadness1
Yeah what a BEAST era of copying the 90's Memphis sounds and regurgitating them, quite impressive stuff!
@airraan1692
maidenmadness1 lemme guess they stole the lyrics from juicy j n magia
@kluth7754
Finally some good Christian music.
@CHEURONYMOUS
Want some Christian music listen to “do you believe In god?” Or GHOSTEMANE
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