GloRilla - Hollon Posted by RAP OU CRĒVE 08 OCT 2024, 15:12 Share this : Share this: 41 Share this : Share this: Subscribe to RAP OU CRĒVE Share this : Share this: 0 LYRICS ChorusAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoVerse 1Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck)Me and my bitches go gnarlyGive a fuck about this partyWe 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 showHe want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh)I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"Do my dance on them folksIf it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folksChorusAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoVerse 2I-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 readyI don't pick and choose, it's up with whoevеrAll my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)And all these members certi' tooSmilin' at my nigga? HoKnock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)C8 doors open up for meHear the engine vroom (Vroom)Switch to sportI got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang)ChorusAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoVerse 3Glock .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 cumFreak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thugI 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)ChorusAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hoAyy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Back to: RC Talents