Cam’ron, Vado, Young Dro - They Holla Ayo lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Young Dro [D'Juan Montrel Har] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Vado, Young Dro - They Holla Ayo lyrics]
"Ayo!", They holla "Ayo!" "Ayo!"
"Ayo!" "Ayo!" "Ayo!", They holla "Ayo!"
Twelve gauge chemo (yeah)
Blow ya bald head (What's up?)
They say money come from trees
This is raw bread (Is is, Damn)
My nude bowl grip (What!?)
This is tall bread (Damn) mac 90!
Double magazine! All lead (Bow)
Nigga ya'll scared! (Yes)
We green packer boys! (Bless)
If i was outta space with dope
I'll be a Trap-A-zoid! (Goddamn)
They call me Macaroy! (Mac)
Brown Benz almond toy
Your bitch like my nuts
She say this my almond joy ("I like that!")
Young dro!
I'm the first to go out craze the worst
(I do) "Slice his throat?"
Nah shoot him in the navel first!
I behave the worst
I get my scoping on! (Bow)
You talking cheese bitch!?
I'm all about my provolone!, Dro!
First they holla Cam! Then They holla Dro!
Big money big weed
We got that "A" and blow
When it comes to these bitches
Gotta play me low
Every time they see a play they holla "Ayo!"
Uh, We conceal by the coat real
We don't ever joke! Shottie
Taught Gotti by Neal De la Croix
See! (La Costa Nostra) any sucka spot Em
With any luck I'll pop Em
Blow ganga in Gabana (Word?) rubber Bottom
Kill ya'll witness where we all fitness
Ya'll snitches wNBA! (What's that?)
All bitches! (Faggots) all business
My nig the yard ditch us (Ditches)
Call kitch put ya name on a small hitlist
I'll honor ya'll (Nope) i got land
I'm on farmer soil
The patten leathers like armor all
Four-four tucked you ain't got four bucks
Get ya mans smacked mom pimped
Broad fucked (Fucked)
Uh, My swag spreading something serious
The whole town caught it (Caught it)
Got em saying "Slime"
Rugby down to the Jordans (Sliiiiime)
Lay a nigga down
Stick around for his mourning
DA got em singing
But the crowd ain't applauding recording
No holds barred when I'm spittin' it
Flow ignorant
His whole style and deliverance
Call him paperboy paper pal he deliver it
Five nickle no bicycle
When deliver it! (Nah)
They say I ain't got it you got it Pa!
The only reason you running ya town
Cuz you ain't gotta car! (Huh?) i got it far
Smoke dope, coke and got it hard king Jive
Lightin' a cigar like i gotta star
"Ayo!" "Ayo!" "Ayo!", They holla "Ayo!"
Twelve gauge chemo (yeah)
Blow ya bald head (What's up?)
They say money come from trees
This is raw bread (Is is, Damn)
My nude bowl grip (What!?)
This is tall bread (Damn) mac 90!
Double magazine! All lead (Bow)
Nigga ya'll scared! (Yes)
We green packer boys! (Bless)
If i was outta space with dope
I'll be a Trap-A-zoid! (Goddamn)
They call me Macaroy! (Mac)
Brown Benz almond toy
Your bitch like my nuts
She say this my almond joy ("I like that!")
Young dro!
I'm the first to go out craze the worst
(I do) "Slice his throat?"
Nah shoot him in the navel first!
I behave the worst
I get my scoping on! (Bow)
You talking cheese bitch!?
I'm all about my provolone!, Dro!
First they holla Cam! Then They holla Dro!
Big money big weed
We got that "A" and blow
When it comes to these bitches
Gotta play me low
Every time they see a play they holla "Ayo!"
Uh, We conceal by the coat real
We don't ever joke! Shottie
Taught Gotti by Neal De la Croix
See! (La Costa Nostra) any sucka spot Em
With any luck I'll pop Em
Blow ganga in Gabana (Word?) rubber Bottom
Kill ya'll witness where we all fitness
Ya'll snitches wNBA! (What's that?)
All bitches! (Faggots) all business
My nig the yard ditch us (Ditches)
Call kitch put ya name on a small hitlist
I'll honor ya'll (Nope) i got land
I'm on farmer soil
The patten leathers like armor all
Four-four tucked you ain't got four bucks
Get ya mans smacked mom pimped
Broad fucked (Fucked)
Uh, My swag spreading something serious
The whole town caught it (Caught it)
Got em saying "Slime"
Rugby down to the Jordans (Sliiiiime)
Lay a nigga down
Stick around for his mourning
DA got em singing
But the crowd ain't applauding recording
No holds barred when I'm spittin' it
Flow ignorant
His whole style and deliverance
Call him paperboy paper pal he deliver it
Five nickle no bicycle
When deliver it! (Nah)
They say I ain't got it you got it Pa!
The only reason you running ya town
Cuz you ain't gotta car! (Huh?) i got it far
Smoke dope, coke and got it hard king Jive
Lightin' a cigar like i gotta star