Mozzy, E Mozzy and Celly Ru - What You Hollin'
(Big Bs, baby)(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
Ooh, them niggas lucky Zoe ain't here
Promoter tried to tell us we can't get the pole in here
E Mozzy got it on him, man, we snuck some more in here
Buy bottles I ain't pop, but am I really 'posed to care?
Bitch, I'm ballin'
She on yo' doggy lane, yeah, I'ma dog her
Fuck her in the lady's 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 lil' Saber ain't no toddlers
Probably do the paint like the interior, peach cobbler
Lot of credit things, but, no cereal for the gobblers
Keep it off the 'Gram, if you berious, then what you hollin'?
Like what you hollin'?
My niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leavin' cranium on your leather
What you hollin'?
My niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leavin' cranium on your leather
Fully switch, ridin' 'round the biddy on some bully shit
They ain't know the real 'cause them old niggas new to this
He ain't come from where I come from, nigga, who he is?
Graduated from a '22 to the newest gen'
We gon' be outside yo' door like we movin' in'
Spin a block a couple times, switch up the coupe we in
Keep your circle tight 'cause niggas be loose within'
We was pullin' up on they block tryna get two for ten
Shooter clan, we Hell Gang, and fuck the newer clan
Pebble Beach, four Glock, free Tooka 'nem
My young bulls home lurk tryna do a M
We been puttin' in work
They don't work, we don't move with them
Like what you hollin'?
My niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leavin' cranium on your leather
What you hollin'?
My niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leavin' cranium on your leather
Ayy, what you hollin'?
Double Ms with me, my niggas mobbin'
Slidin' with that shit on me, partner, I get to poppin'
Workin' with the stick, get you popped, we pop yo' partner
For surely 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 it in public
I up it, then I'ma bust it
Lost so many niggas inside these streets, it got disgusting
But, for some reason I'm stuck in
And never leavin', I love it
I'm influenced by this 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 sold to the streets, forever East, forever schemin'
Like what you hollin'?
My niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leavin' cranium on your leather
What you hollin'?
My niggas be 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas sold his soul to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leavin' cranium on your leather
(Big Bs, baby)
(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
Written by:
Armani DePaul, Eric Cry, Marcel Young, Timothy Patterson
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Lyrics © SOAR MUSIC GROUP
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