Hooli Style 4
Might let my rocket rock
All up in True with bags of Louis because I gotta shop
Don't hold no bars on that pussy, bitch better make it pop
Wet like a Uzi, that coochie might make me spend some gwap
Pull up I'm chiefin' no keefin' but I keep lots of thots
Might bring that gas thru yo city and come and smoke the spot
You know I'm gangin' for gang until I fuckin' rot
Know we don't fuck with them niggas because them niggas plot
No CP3 or Ariza, might the rocket rock
Find me a hoe that be duckin' so bruh can set up shop
Found me a hoe that be fuckin' but I want sloppy top
Heard he ain't real he phony he runnin' wit them opps
So what the fuck do that tell me? I needa let 'em rot
I'm off this 4 with my niggas, I'm walkin' like a bot
How many blunts I done gassed? Mane I swear I forgot
How many blunts I done passed? Mane I swear not a lot
I might just go out and spazz and show em why I'm hot
He might just go out and spazz about that fuckin' thot
She fuckin' him, him, and me nigga know you ain't forgot
I'm too in love with these drugs to crash out about a thot
I'm smokin' pressure in foreigns while bitches give me top
Know how we rock, fuck the cops, we finna shake the spot
Got bags of cash in the Gucci, reach for it, meet the dot
I know they prayin' I'm floppin' but bitch I'm fuckin' not
She call me doctor, no father because I give her shots
My semi-auto gone follow if her lil nigga plot
Might let my rocket rock
All up in True with bags of Louis because I gotta shop
Don't hold no bars on that pussy, bitch better make it pop
Wet like a Uzi, that coochie might make me spend some gwap
Pull up I'm chiefin' no keefin' but I keep lots of thots
Might bring that gas thru yo city and come and smoke the spot
You know I'm gangin' for gang until I fuckin' rot
Know we don't fuck with them niggas because them niggas plot
No CP3 or Ariza, might the rocket rock
I got gas in
Finna gas in my Aston
Quit askin' if I'm cashin'
Get racks in
Backend
Gettin' backend
Hittin' backend
I fuck the hoe so good, she thought that we was fuckin' crashin'
I need a coat
Because I'm cold as fuck
In the beamer truck
With a duck
Countin' hella bucks
Gettin' hella sucked
What the fuck niggas thought it was
Juicin' keep the pulp
Now I'm stuck
Off the gas, fuck
Ballin', layin' up
Call me Swish
So get buckets while you layup with yo bitch
Counterfeits all up in yo hands because you broke as shit
I know the shit
And I'm glowin' bitch
Lotta rolls and shit
Countin' so much money, ain't no way its fuckin' foldin' bitch
Icy as can be
No, these niggas can not see or be
Huncho Bally B
Cut off hoes, you think I'm talkin' sleeves
Let these pussies sleep
They say "Bally, let these niggas breathe"
Stomp 'em with my feet
4 figure the game so rest in peace
Might let my rocket rock
All up in True with bags of Louis because I gotta shop
Don't hold no bars on that pussy, bitch better make it pop
Wet like a Uzi, that coochie might make me spend some gwap
Pull up I'm chiefin' no keefin' but I keep lots of thots
Might bring that gas thru yo city and come and smoke the spot
You know I'm gangin' for gang until I fuckin' rot
Know we don't fuck with them niggas because them niggas plot
No CP3 or Ariza, might the rocket rock
All up in True with bags of Louis because I gotta shop
Don't hold no bars on that pussy, bitch better make it pop
Wet like a Uzi, that coochie might make me spend some gwap
Pull up I'm chiefin' no keefin' but I keep lots of thots
Might bring that gas thru yo city and come and smoke the spot
You know I'm gangin' for gang until I fuckin' rot
Know we don't fuck with them niggas because them niggas plot
No CP3 or Ariza, might the rocket rock
Find me a hoe that be duckin' so bruh can set up shop
Found me a hoe that be fuckin' but I want sloppy top
Heard he ain't real he phony he runnin' wit them opps
So what the fuck do that tell me? I needa let 'em rot
I'm off this 4 with my niggas, I'm walkin' like a bot
How many blunts I done gassed? Mane I swear I forgot
How many blunts I done passed? Mane I swear not a lot
I might just go out and spazz and show em why I'm hot
He might just go out and spazz about that fuckin' thot
She fuckin' him, him, and me nigga know you ain't forgot
I'm too in love with these drugs to crash out about a thot
I'm smokin' pressure in foreigns while bitches give me top
Know how we rock, fuck the cops, we finna shake the spot
Got bags of cash in the Gucci, reach for it, meet the dot
I know they prayin' I'm floppin' but bitch I'm fuckin' not
She call me doctor, no father because I give her shots
My semi-auto gone follow if her lil nigga plot
Might let my rocket rock
All up in True with bags of Louis because I gotta shop
Don't hold no bars on that pussy, bitch better make it pop
Wet like a Uzi, that coochie might make me spend some gwap
Pull up I'm chiefin' no keefin' but I keep lots of thots
Might bring that gas thru yo city and come and smoke the spot
You know I'm gangin' for gang until I fuckin' rot
Know we don't fuck with them niggas because them niggas plot
No CP3 or Ariza, might the rocket rock
I got gas in
Finna gas in my Aston
Quit askin' if I'm cashin'
Get racks in
Backend
Gettin' backend
Hittin' backend
I fuck the hoe so good, she thought that we was fuckin' crashin'
I need a coat
Because I'm cold as fuck
In the beamer truck
With a duck
Countin' hella bucks
Gettin' hella sucked
What the fuck niggas thought it was
Juicin' keep the pulp
Now I'm stuck
Off the gas, fuck
Ballin', layin' up
Call me Swish
So get buckets while you layup with yo bitch
Counterfeits all up in yo hands because you broke as shit
I know the shit
And I'm glowin' bitch
Lotta rolls and shit
Countin' so much money, ain't no way its fuckin' foldin' bitch
Icy as can be
No, these niggas can not see or be
Huncho Bally B
Cut off hoes, you think I'm talkin' sleeves
Let these pussies sleep
They say "Bally, let these niggas breathe"
Stomp 'em with my feet
4 figure the game so rest in peace
Might let my rocket rock
All up in True with bags of Louis because I gotta shop
Don't hold no bars on that pussy, bitch better make it pop
Wet like a Uzi, that coochie might make me spend some gwap
Pull up I'm chiefin' no keefin' but I keep lots of thots
Might bring that gas thru yo city and come and smoke the spot
You know I'm gangin' for gang until I fuckin' rot
Know we don't fuck with them niggas because them niggas plot
No CP3 or Ariza, might the rocket rock
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Writer(s): Hooli Bally
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