What You Hollin' (feat. Celly Ru & E Mozzy)

Ooh, them **** lucky Zoe ain't here

Promoter tried to tell us we can't get the pole in here

E Mozzy got it on him, and we snuck some more in here

Bought bottles I ain't pop but am I really 'posed to care

Bitch I'm ballin', she on ya doggy lane, I'm adorin'

Fuck her in the ladies restroom and never call her

Fuck, I look like buyin' a bitch a Birkin, I got daughters

Fuck, I look like takin' care of you boys, I'm not the father

The rims that I just put on my LeSabre, ain't no toddlers

Prolly do the paint like the interior peach cobbler

Buy the credit things with no cereal for the goblins

Keep it off the 'Gram if you berious, what you hollin'?

Ayy, what you hollin'? My **** be 'bout whatever

Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better

**** sold they soul to soil this shit forever

Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather

What you hollin'? My **** be 'bout whatever

Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better

**** sold they soul to soil this shit forever

Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather

Fully switch

Ridin' 'round the biddy on some bully shit

They don't know the real 'cause them old **** new to this

He ain't come from where I'm from, **** who he is?

Graduated from a .22 to the newest jam

We gon' be outside yo' door like we movin' in

Spin the block a couple times, switch up the coop we in

Keep your circle tight 'cause **** be loose within

We was pullin' up on they block tryna get two for tens

Shoot a clan, we Hell Gang and fuck the newer clans

Pebble beach, 4 block free Took and them

My young bulls homework tryna do a M

We been puttin' work, if they don't work we don't move with them

Ayy, what you hollin'? My **** be 'bout whatever

Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better

**** sold they soul to soil this shit forever

Crackin' windshields, leave a cranium on your leather

What you hollin'? My **** be 'bout whatever

Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better

**** sold they soul to soil, this shit forever

Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather

Ayy, what you hollin'?

Double M's with me my **** mobbin'

Slidin' with that shit on me partner I get it poppin'

Rockin' with the stick get you popped, or we pop your partner

For sure, leave this shit on me, this rapper'll rob a robber

What you hollin'?

Don't tuck it, I got it on me like fuck it

Hoppin' out in public, I up it then I'ma bust it

Lost so many **** inside these streets it got disgustin'

But for some reason I'm stuck in it, never leave it I love it

I'm influenced by the shit I stand on

On my semen, I lose demons then I'm creepin'

I'm stuck swimmin' in the deep end

My foot stuck inside these cleats I'm in the field and I ain't leavin'

Sold my soul to the streets, forever east, forever skeemin'

Ayy, what you hollin'? My **** be 'bout whatever

Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better

**** sold they soul to soil this shit forever

Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather

What you hollin'? My **** be 'bout whatever

Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better

**** sold they soul to soil this shit forever

Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather