Glorilla - Hollon Lyrics

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a f*ck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I 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 show
He want chance after chance after chance, nigga, no (uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

I-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)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (on gang)

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
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 (f*ck you, man)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-something ones in this f*ckin' club (huh, whoa)
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)

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho