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Hologram Video (MV)




Performed By: Caleb
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Caleb Finch




Caleb - Hologram Lyrics
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I keep on smoking exotics the world slowed down
Steady counting this paper enough to go around
I get your bitch to the crib you know it's going down
Niggas know I'm not the one you can go around, yeah
Catching flights when we get bored now
Out of sight, out of mind we all on tour now
Niggas hating bitches hating that's how it's going now
Different whips we pull up Urus then the frog eyes
I can see through these hoes like a hologram
If I can't f*ck on the bitch know that my brother can
If I can't shoot with the left, shoot with my other hand
Go get that pape and put it up on every other band
I told my people I could do it they ain't understand
Show you how to run it up and you ain't gotta scam
This bad bitch up on my body hope she got some friends
Cause she know I'm here for a good time not a long one
Nigga wanna go and switch sides he a goner
They ain't think a nigga cut ties had to show em
Knowing I'ma roll up get high when I wanna
Run it up with the gang know we on one
Say she wanna get her life changed come over
Glockiana sing like Rod Wave I'ma soldier
These niggas hating on the gang we ain't stunting them
Trynna compete with me is like shooting on a double rim
I put my feet up on the ground and put you under them
Me and my twizz back to back you know my brother trim
Watch how we pull up back to back up in these Cullinans
If it ain't the money calling you ain't got my number then
Niggas knowing this can get too hot just like the oven can
I keep on smoking exotics the world slowed down
Steady counting this paper enough to go around
I get your bitch to the crib you know it's going down
Niggas know I'm not the one you can go around, yeah
Catching flights when we get bored now
Out of sight, out of mind we all on tour now
Niggas hating bitches hating that's how it's going now
Different whips we pull up Urus then the frog eyes
I can see through these hoes like a hologram
If I can't f*ck on the bitch know that my brother can
If I can't shoot with the left, shoot with my other hand
Go get that pape and put it up on every other band
I told my people I could do it they ain't understand
Show you how to run it up and you ain't gotta scam
This bad bitch up on my body hope she got some friends
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I keep on smoking exotics the world slowed down
Steady counting this paper enough to go around
I get your bitch to the crib you know it's going down
Niggas know I'm not the one you can go around, yeah
Catching flights when we get bored now
Out of sight, out of mind we all on tour now
Niggas hating bitches hating that's how it's going now
Different whips we pull up Urus then the frog eyes
I can see through these hoes like a hologram
If I can't f*ck on the bitch know that my brother can
If I can't shoot with the left, shoot with my other hand
Go get that pape and put it up on every other band
I told my people I could do it they ain't understand
Show you how to run it up and you ain't gotta scam
This bad bitch up on my body hope she got some friends
Cause she know I'm here for a good time not a long one
Nigga wanna go and switch sides he a goner
They ain't think a nigga cut ties had to show em
Knowing I'ma roll up get high when I wanna
Run it up with the gang know we on one
Say she wanna get her life changed come over
Glockiana sing like Rod Wave I'ma soldier
These niggas hating on the gang we ain't stunting them
Trynna compete with me is like shooting on a double rim
I put my feet up on the ground and put you under them
Me and my twizz back to back you know my brother trim
Watch how we pull up back to back up in these Cullinans
If it ain't the money calling you ain't got my number then
Niggas knowing this can get too hot just like the oven can
I keep on smoking exotics the world slowed down
Steady counting this paper enough to go around
I get your bitch to the crib you know it's going down
Niggas know I'm not the one you can go around, yeah
Catching flights when we get bored now
Out of sight, out of mind we all on tour now
Niggas hating bitches hating that's how it's going now
Different whips we pull up Urus then the frog eyes
I can see through these hoes like a hologram
If I can't f*ck on the bitch know that my brother can
If I can't shoot with the left, shoot with my other hand
Go get that pape and put it up on every other band
I told my people I could do it they ain't understand
Show you how to run it up and you ain't gotta scam
This bad bitch up on my body hope she got some friends
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Writer: Caleb Finch
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