Hollon

Текст песни GloRilla - Hollon

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 (FNZ)

Ho, you must not know what you just started (fuck)
Me and my bitch 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' (whoo)

I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (uh-huh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four", do my dance on 'em folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on 'em folks

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

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)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready, I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever

All my, all my diamonds cert' (ice), and all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho, knock out all your 32 (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)

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

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 'em streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (uh, 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)

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