Lyrics:
Saint Laurent Jeans gotta keep when I hold this shit
Saint Laurent jeans I gotta keep when I hold this shit
I got sack your man don't got sack
Holla back
on the map
Ouija Macc got spirits in the trap
Toof Gang and we taking back the swag
We gon make these pussy boys grow their eyebrows back
Shawty show me that
my own sanctuary
Yo I tried to play with cards but it just wasn't for me
Always bad at spades
My loud packs like hand Grenades
Back to flipping sour
niggas said you need to holla, b
Rus please tell 'em he don't wanna holla, b
Tell these niggas they don't really want no problems ,b
I'm too busy stackin'
hoppas, plus we
cop droppas, by the day but the night we just cock roppas, tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat,
lets go get they head right like
Better get with it
Holla back now holla back now
If you wondering what we doin we chasing stacks now, but first Jesus
Taught By Them Lectures
Laughing Stock, Hand Around With Them Hecklers
Scared Of Them Needles , I Gotta Get Better
Me And Ty Yeah We At It Again
Me
Being broke taught me how to save the cash
Yeah, my favorite stroll is holla back
No, I'm not no gang member, I just like the color red
I ain't
of classes
I wore them so the life I live was looking like the fastest
I tried to make it look like people listened by the masses
Little do I know these
he a scholar
Beauty and some brains yea I got it from my momma
Never throwing shots but if you get hit Holla
Holla then move on head to toe saint
see me on my climb
Still tryna act like it’s not my time
Still tryna holla but I’m not online
You still tryna hit me but I’ve gone offline
I got right
some bitcoin,
OS back appreciate the bitcoin
White collar holla holla for another dollar
Push a button makes a hella whole lotta commas
her diet rendezvous at the Hyatt
So I go boom boom on the poom poom in the room real soon you ought to try it
Walk right by it never that gotta holla
Slim
I don't wanna lose
So I gotta keep winning now
Fam run the whole resort ain't no need to rent cabanas out
Uncles telling us to holla at shorties
to the Guala
Fuck from the back and I'm makin' her holla Hitman, brodie gon' slide with a stick, man
I was flocking' so much, I thought that it jammed I'ma pay
Yeah! Whattup cuz?
Snoopie D-O doub'! WestCoast king!
What's up Alchemist? (Sup)
I wanna holla real quick man cause see
Alota these niggas got
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
threesomes tomorrow, mmm
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back
her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta
All these bullshit moves that missed us
Divide and twist us, revive,
threesomes tomorrow, mmm
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back
the clearport
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more
Back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla
Excuse me, damn
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have
to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
and have all y'all
stand up for my motherfuckin' niggas
Then we gon' do it ourselves, we goin' police ourselves
That's how we been getting down nigga, holla back at me,
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