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[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fu*k) Me and my b!tches go gnarly Give a fu*k about this party We gon’ step on s*it regardless (Stamp that) Get my goons, swipe that b!tch and now dispute the charges (On gang) Making music, beating on b!tches, I be really marching (Woo) I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show He want chance after chance, after chance, n!gga, no (Uh-uh) I keep saying, \”Free Lil Four\” Do my dance on them folks If it’s up, it’s going down soon as I land on them folks [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] I-I-I-I do what I want, I’m pressure (Pressure) Don’t follow the rules, I’m rebel (No) I stand out, b!tch, I’m special (Ayy) I’m a stand up b!tch like Kevin (On God) You a bum-ass b!tch, you messy (Messy) Don’t start with me, b!tch, I’m petty (Ho) Line any b!tch 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 Smiling at my n!gga? 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) [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that’s my favorite gun (Bop) Asked if he my only n!gga, I said, \”No, but you my favorite one\” (Nah, for real) Yeah, rare-ass b!tch, n!gga, I’m one of one (Fu*k you mean?) 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 fu*king club (Huh, hoo) I’m popping it so hard ’cause I ain’t used to s*it (I ain’t used to s*it) These n!ggas ain’t got no type, they want a stupid b!tch (On gang) [Chorus] 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. Hollon lyrics – GloRilla : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com