SSGKobe - Holy lyrics
[SSGKobe - Holy lyrics]
You know, you know, you know
What I'ma do without you?
Make it big, and I won't sell no soul
Say you gettin' cheese, but it's nachos
I threw a four and I'm in a Ford
I get some bands, but I need some more
I get the cake when I'm on the road
See the red and blue, then I gotta go
No rats, we gon' find out who told
Big bands in my jeans, yes, no cap
Feel like a dyke 'cause I keep a strap
So high, feel like I'm up in NASA
Master P, man, I feel like the master
Y'all be cappin', say y'all internet trappers
He want smoke, we pull up with that snapper
She gave me her Snapchat, I won't snap her
Man, you know I'm an artificial trapper
Wanna be my bae? I turn into Casper
On the mic, bitch, I feel like a pastor
Wearin' Gucci snakes, this ain't no Dapper
Stick to the script, y'all be some actors
Only multiply, I am the factor
Diamonds on my neck, made it cold like soda
All my money's green, man, it's lookin' like Yoda
Ice on my neck, you know it's polar
Outer space, man, I feel like a solar
Man, you know I control her
Yeah, I'm colder than some Coca-Cola
I remember trappin' on my Motorola
And my wrist lookin' like it's South Dakota
I'm out of this world, I'm a supernova
She hittin' my phone
I don't need you no more
I just need you to go
I don't wanna see your soul
Bitch, get out of my life
No, I don't want you here
Yeah, your eyes taught me fear
This is lean, not no beer
What I'ma do without you?
Make it big, and I won't sell no soul
Say you gettin' cheese, but it's nachos
I threw a four and I'm in a Ford
I get some bands, but I need some more
I get the cake when I'm on the road
See the red and blue, then I gotta go
No rats, we gon' find out who told
Big bands in my jeans, yes, no cap
Feel like a dyke 'cause I keep a strap
So high, feel like I'm up in NASA
Master P, man, I feel like the master
Y'all be cappin', say y'all internet trappers
He want smoke, we pull up with that snapper
She gave me her Snapchat, I won't snap her
Man, you know I'm an artificial trapper
Wanna be my bae? I turn into Casper
On the mic, bitch, I feel like a pastor
Wearin' Gucci snakes, this ain't no Dapper
Stick to the script, y'all be some actors
Only multiply, I am the factor
Diamonds on my neck, made it cold like soda
All my money's green, man, it's lookin' like Yoda
Ice on my neck, you know it's polar
Outer space, man, I feel like a solar
Man, you know I control her
Yeah, I'm colder than some Coca-Cola
I remember trappin' on my Motorola
And my wrist lookin' like it's South Dakota
I'm out of this world, I'm a supernova
She hittin' my phone
I don't need you no more
I just need you to go
I don't wanna see your soul
Bitch, get out of my life
No, I don't want you here
Yeah, your eyes taught me fear
This is lean, not no beer