GloRilla - Hollon lyrics

[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 (Fuck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a fuck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that)
Get my goons, swipe that bitch
And now dispute the charges (On gang)
Makin' music, beatin' on bitches
I be really marchin' (Woo)

I got hands for a ho
I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance
After chance, nigga, no (Uhuh)


I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' 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, bitch, I'm special (Ayy)
I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God)
You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy)
Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho)
Linе any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoevеr
All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? 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 nigga, I said
"No, but you my favorite one"
(Nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga
I'm one of one (Fuck 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-somethin'
Ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause
I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)
These niggas ain't got no type
They want a stupid bitch (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