Holonnn!
Pour that drank up real quick
Holon!
I been sippin' on that Wok again
I just went and made another M
Mixin' up the rocks, I gotta lotta gems
I let my brudda spin
Slide back to the hood and go again
I got connects, I'm loadin' in
Target practice zoning in
Gotta flush it down the toilet right before the feds knock
Niggas talkin' murder, but ain't ever got no heads knocked
Got em in a headlock
Put that .50 to his head top
Niggas pay for speakin' on my name, ain't got no dead stock
Woah
Fuck the countin' sheep, I'm countin' money 'fo I go to sleep
I can make ya salary in half a week
I found the way and paved it out
Cashin' out the vacant house
Left my phone at home, I got the tech
Ain't tryna play around
Forgive me for my sins
Apologize for shit I'm boutta do again
Take em off the map, they don't know who to spin
Who is in
Don't want you around, I don't know who you is
All them motherfuckers stand around
I'm tryna move it in
I been gassin' like the Exxon
I'm tryna put my ex on
Take her to the crib and make a remix to my sex songs
Even when she move on to the next one
Shorde out here makin' love with niggas to her ex songs
I guess, huh?
Winning shit
I'm in the club now where the winners at
Gettin' cold so I'ma clutch this heat that's in my denim shit
Plenty shit
Bitches on that petty shit, can't get with it
I'm set with it
Throw up 4's and roll them, that's a petty lick
I'm gettin' rich
Marbles on the floor but I got plenty wits
Stayed down I finally started flyin
I'm on that jetty shit, that Betty shit
Brock pot on the stove, I'm tryna better it
Got veterans
Comin' through the shop to get some better shit
Huh
That's just how it is
It took a while for me to take what I was tryna give
If yeen ever had no pot to piss, you knowin' what it is
And even though I had a pot to piss, I still went runnin' in
Them niggas talkin' bout my shot, I'm tryna send a hunnid in
And I could close my eyes and wake up in a realm of bad bitches
New designer fabrics
I get em without askin
Want a bowl, I'm taxin'
I'm tryna buy the back end
Wooo
Flipped a couple P's til I done stacked enough to invest now
Think I bit the Apple now it's Tesla for the test drive
Yeen talkin' sweet, I find the next hive
Caught em lackin' now and Imma catch 'em in the next life
Bitch
Woah, holon
Woahh, holon, wait
Woahhh, holon
Woahhhh, holon!
(Holon, holon)
(Holon, holon)
(Holon, holon)
(Holon, holon)
Holon!
I been sippin' on that Wok again
I just went and made another M
Mixin' up the rocks, I gotta lotta gems
I let my brudda spin
Slide back to the hood and go again
I got connects, I'm loadin' in
Target practice zoning in
Gotta flush it down the toilet right before the feds knock
Niggas talkin' murder, but ain't ever got no heads knocked
Got em in a headlock
Put that .50 to his head top
Niggas pay for speakin' on my name, ain't got no dead stock
Woah
Fuck the countin' sheep, I'm countin' money 'fo I go to sleep
I can make ya salary in half a week
I found the way and paved it out
Cashin' out the vacant house
Left my phone at home, I got the tech
Ain't tryna play around
Forgive me for my sins
Apologize for shit I'm boutta do again
Take em off the map, they don't know who to spin
Who is in
Don't want you around, I don't know who you is
All them motherfuckers stand around
I'm tryna move it in
I been gassin' like the Exxon
I'm tryna put my ex on
Take her to the crib and make a remix to my sex songs
Even when she move on to the next one
Shorde out here makin' love with niggas to her ex songs
I guess, huh?
Winning shit
I'm in the club now where the winners at
Gettin' cold so I'ma clutch this heat that's in my denim shit
Plenty shit
Bitches on that petty shit, can't get with it
I'm set with it
Throw up 4's and roll them, that's a petty lick
I'm gettin' rich
Marbles on the floor but I got plenty wits
Stayed down I finally started flyin
I'm on that jetty shit, that Betty shit
Brock pot on the stove, I'm tryna better it
Got veterans
Comin' through the shop to get some better shit
Huh
That's just how it is
It took a while for me to take what I was tryna give
If yeen ever had no pot to piss, you knowin' what it is
And even though I had a pot to piss, I still went runnin' in
Them niggas talkin' bout my shot, I'm tryna send a hunnid in
And I could close my eyes and wake up in a realm of bad bitches
New designer fabrics
I get em without askin
Want a bowl, I'm taxin'
I'm tryna buy the back end
Wooo
Flipped a couple P's til I done stacked enough to invest now
Think I bit the Apple now it's Tesla for the test drive
Yeen talkin' sweet, I find the next hive
Caught em lackin' now and Imma catch 'em in the next life
Bitch
Woah, holon
Woahh, holon, wait
Woahhh, holon
Woahhhh, holon!
(Holon, holon)
(Holon, holon)
(Holon, holon)
(Holon, holon)
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Writer(s): Draco Wave
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