HOLLON

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho [Verse 1] Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck) Me and my bitches go gnarly Give a fuck about this party We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that) Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang) Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo) I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh) I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four" Do my dance on them folks If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks [Chorus] Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho [Verse 2] I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure) Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No) I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy) I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God) You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy) Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho) Linе any bitch up, I'm ready I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoevеr All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice) And all these members certi' too Smilin' at my nigga? Ho Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass) C8 doors open up for me Hear the engine vroom (Vroom) Switch to sport I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang) [Chorus] Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho [Verse 3] Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop) Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real) Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?) Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo) I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit) These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang) [Chorus] Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho