Holy Moley

Lyrics

[Chorus: Julian Nixon] Riding round town with the Roley I got the racks, holy moly Everywhere I go, man, they know me I mix the purp with the codeine Roll up and fire up a stogi 24 shots like I'm Kobi She shake that ass like she [?] Pipe the bitch up [?] [Verse 1: Strap] Racks holy moly, [?] Smell when I'm smoking, my pockets are poking Four headed Roley, just rolled up a stogi Got shots like we Kobi, your bitch probably know me A four of the codeine, we never be folding We run from the police [?] They know a lil G, they know everything be street They know we come straight from the 3 Riding round town with the Roley I got some stacks and they stolen We get the pack in the morning Then stuff them all in the foreign If they look good, they going If they aight, they going Get them and break them all down And this what we finna be doing [Verse 2: Strap] What your baby daddy ssay? He want a verse from me Brand new hundred [?] like you on a shopping spree Paper going round and round, like in a washing machine Got all this gwop on me, I gotta keep AR15's [Verse 3: Street Money Boochie] Zone 6, popping shit Toat stick [?] everyday Rolex on my wrist, that'as a brick, that's new [?] Too legit, never quit, fuck the bitch, ain't give her anything [?] my cuban link Complement my pinky ring [Chorus: Julian Nixon] Riding round town with the Roley I got the racks, holy moly Everywhere I go, man, they know me I mix the purp with the codeine Roll up and fire up a stogi 24 shots like I'm Kobi She shake that ass like she [?] Pipe the bitch up [?] [Verse 4: Julian Nixon] Ho, you better shake that ass, you can't get nothing for free Grab them bails and count them checks, I never get no sleep Wake up, grab that FNN, you don't get shit for free Riding round town with the Roley Don't get too close, you don't know me I keep the mack and the 40 Piped the bitch up, fuck the police Switching foreigns back to back, this shit ain't new to me Count me up a hundred racks, and flew to Italy [Chorus: Julian Nixon] Riding round town with the Roley I got the racks, holy moly Everywhere I go, man, they know me I mix the purp with the codeine Roll up and fire up a stogi 24 shots like I'm Kobi She shake that ass like she [?] Pipe the bitch up [?] [Verse 5: Aston Martin Phi] Got a whole lotta [?] on me Fuck around, might buy a whole brick, homie I'm a young nigga rich, no Rich Homie Riding round with the shooter with the stick on him Ice on me, bitch, skate on it Praying on my downfall, wait on it [?] with the Wraith on it Nigga talking crazy [?] hating on me Roley [?] face on it 40 rearange his face on it No face, no case, no trace Top floor view, new place Big face Roley, red face on it 40 rearange his face on it No face, no case, no trace Top floor view, new place [Chorus: Julian Nixon] Riding round town with the Roley I got the racks, holy moly Everywhere I go, man, they know me I mix the purp with the codeine Roll up and fire up a stogi 24 shots like I'm Kobi She shake that ass like she [?] Pipe the bitch up [?]