Hollon Lyrics by GloRilla
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 (***)
Me and my *** go gnarly
Give a *** about this party
We gon’ step on *** regardless (Stamp that)
Get my goons, swipe that ***, and then I dispute the charges (On gang)
Makin’ music, beatin’ on ***, I be really marchin’ (Woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance after chance, ***, no (Uh-uh)
I keep sayin’, “Free the 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, ***, I’m special (Ayy)
I’ma stand up *** like [?] (On God)
You a bum-ass ***, you messy (Messy)
Don’t start with me, ***, I’m petty (Ho)
Line any *** 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 ***? 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 *** (Baow)
Asked if he my only ***, I said, “No, but you my favorite one” (Nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass ***, ***, I’m one of one (*** you man)
Nah, I can’t make you mines, but I can make you ***
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I’m a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-something ones in this ***’ club (Huh, woah)
I’m poppin’ it so hard ’cause I ain’t used to *** (I ain’t used to ***)
These niggas ain’t got no type, they want a stupid *** (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
