Hol' That (Feat. Coyote & Ransom)

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Look 
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Uh
Dip and then I splurge, 
Money cleaning graffiti we got that off the curb 
Life a bitch, fuck her good, dip into her purse 
I need everything, mamas, account figured up 
Boy my wallet filled with hahas
laughing to that bitch I'm rich, no dealin', got that sonically
Math really mathin digits, doin' trigonometry 
The shit that's on my mind is (minus) addin' up ironically
Pistol where my wallet be 
no lackin gon head 
False words, short spread, bitch, I'm tryna live long 
I can't be no long live
I'm locked in, figure fo I need my digits figure eight, 
my lil' cousins carry aubreys walk around with Lil' Drakes
They settle shit with pistol play 
Near death by near day,
 them niggas move around like hearsay
Did it without the politics, no flag hangin', bangin' set trips
The greatest since Pete Davidson
I took the West bitch


Niggas come around my block without shit tucked 
You better get to pedalin 
cause if niggas come around my block when I creep up 
They prayin' that we settle shit




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Most of these robberies done with bare faces 
The next step says your body laid out in staircases
I know it might appear tasteless
 But what is there to do when all your peers
faithless We cannot compare greatness
I am on a higher path, drawer by the corner store
Tryna back up all the raw, be quiet, Transformers on
The clock's a tick, and I'm primed 
But mama prayin' for every optimist
All in all, don't look for greener grass, just water yours
Headed towards the end zone, 
I touch down You can't pass rock when the corner's end zone
I've been known, 
you kick down doors and crawl through windows 
You kiddin' oh, 
you speak out a lot and you get your childhood crushed 
like Laura Winslow's clutch to 40 cinco
A stand-up man gotta touch the floor with ten toes
Can't jam up grand with your bluffs and innuendos
It's settled then, we get to shootin', you get to peddlin'
Let the demons and devils in


Yo, anyone could get it, no one's safe when I'm feelin' like this
Treat your face like a handball if you step on my kicks
Nothing fraudulent about me, this as real as it gets
Will I fell and take a L?
Does a chicken have lips?
No, no sirree, McFlurry, the block, I spin it
I don't worry, heartbeat 60 times a minute
Tryna look inside the whip, this shit is limo tinted 
Peanut butter guts, I'm still blowin' endo in it 
Humpty Dumpty gon' fall off a wall
And Blanco the tamale man, gon' serve up the raw
I ducked off with a baddie, probably all in the jaw
When 12 come knockin', I forgot what I saw
Grind by any means, gotta find a way to escape
Hoses is on they knees suckin' dick up when I rents late
Whoop, whoop-de-boop, whoop, whoop-de-woop
Got a foreign in my foreign, we converse with Google Translate
Shh, you hear that? 
We took over the block now
Hear me down the street, bumpin' mariachi with the top down
We the reason why there's taco trucks on every block now
She fuck me in a poncho, wear that shit like it's a nightgown
I've been diagnosed a money-makin' maniac
I ain't a Muslim, I salam-alaikum, where the bacon at?
I ain't never sayin' nothin' that I'm takin' back
I won't settle for a plea to my attorney that
Now I lay me down to sleep 
Every night I pray the lord my soul ot keep 
But I still load the strap
If I should die before I wake 
Every night I pray the lord my soul it take but I still hold a gat
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