متن و پخش آهنگ hollon (with Yeat & Yung Kayo) از Yeat

متن کامل ترانه hollon (with Yeat & Yung Kayo) با صدای Yeat

(Yeah, yeah, ayy) Pockets filled up with these racks (racks, yeah, hey) Fuck the thottie, take her back (back, back, back, back, yeah) Yeah, stuff the Benjamins inside the bag (in the bag) 911 inside the Porsche, bitch stuck up, yeah, the bitch a brat (it's a brat) City to city on tours, we saw fate and had a rack attack (luh M) Yeah, pockets swollen (swollen) Eat an X, rolly-polly (yeah) Flawless diamonds, big face Rollie Lou' Vuitton messenger bag with a Glock in it I don't be trustin' nobody, I ain't stoppin' shit (boom) Pull up, I pull up, I pull up, I'm poppin' shit Yeah, I scraped the side of the Benz I'm fuckin' that thot and her friends Yeah, I got that bitch cancelling plans Yeah, fashion week, we out in France Pockets filled, cheah (ch-cheah) Baguette on my neck, know it's wet I got that bitch, wanna just give her sex (yeah) This forty the queen bee just like it's a gnat (queen bee) I got you the suite, you forget the rest (suite) We a lil' wavy the way you know I caress And the nine hundred is not stayin' in the holster When you away, I know you cannot hold on Me and Yeat catch up with your ho (really) DHL deal come with an odor (odor) Cheese, it come in from Paris in the Rover She say the way I work the stick is immoral In the woods just like Paul Bunyan I clap that bitch one and I swear that I'm done with it (clap it) In the G5, from the feds, I'ma run with it (skrrt) I got the bands on me just like I'm big (big) Your man lost his cap and that bitch lost her wig I got the stain, know that bank on my wrist These niggas wanna know what we do with the SIG I got Margiela, OG in the air (Yeah, yeah, ayy) Pockets filled up with these racks (racks, yeah, ayy) Fuck the thottie, take her back (back, back, back, back, yeah) Yeah, stuff the Benjamins inside the bag (in the bag) 911 inside the Porsche, bitch stuck up, yeah, the bitch a brat (it's a brat) City to city on tours, we saw fate and had a rack attack (luh M) Yeah, pockets swollen (swollen) Eat an X, rolly-polly (yeah) Flawless diamonds, big face Rollie Lou' Vuitton messenger bag with a Glock in it I don't be trustin' nobody, I ain't stoppin' shit (boom) Pull up, I pull up, I pull up, I'm poppin' shit Yeah, I scraped the side of the Benz I'm fuckin' that thot and her friends Yeah, I got that bitch cancelling plans Yeah, fashion week, we out in France