V9, Billy Billions - Hole In One lyrics
[V9, Billy Billions - Hole In One lyrics]
Morts, I choose you
Hmmm, ay come here
Hands on my heart won't do you wrong (I promise)
Unless you're an opp (Fuck)
And hands on my heart, I'm trying, sometimes it feels long
See them, gotta do man wrong
With my Anglo Arms, tear through garms
Right or wrong, I'll get man gone
Pop this door, watch hella man run (Ay come here)
Buss, slap one tell him duss
Grab the shotgun blow away his guts
Run man down let me juice that up
Stand still if I slap this gun
Don't get hit by the gun its nuts
Sike, come firm this one
You're the chosen one
Don't get caught with a loaded gun
Get hit in your head, turn dumb
I'm stunned, he survived
That's nuts and for the homeboy turned Runtz
I was pissed as fuck
Let that go, its calm
Let's go again, creep in the dark
Look at the light when it sparks
I'm in the back of the dinger on volts
Tryna flag down a pole
I'm always putting my strikers on roads
They can't be hitting the post (Tally)
Solicitor telling me I need to ghost
I'm really doing the most
Mama told me that she got diagnosed
But it wasn't her time to go
Heart cold like December
I want death no surrender
You my brother not a member
Put the buj in a blender (Oh Tally)
Keep your sprayers I don't rent out
I don't even like to lend out
Me and bro's in Barca
Got the call we had to send out
Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello)
Hole in one like a donut
Backwoods settings, get rolled up
Brand new wap is a super soaker
They ducking when we roll up
That's gang in a motor
Put him in a roller
I need some closure
I need some closure
Old shaped round like Motorola
Do man over, run him over
Run up to him game over
Game over, I don't know what came over me
In the dinger bro chauffeured me
There ain't no controlling me
There's no controlling me like Hulk
Smash heads and ghost
E9 legend, I'm a GOAT
Retro steppers on volts
Brand new wap bro, serious smoke
Tap it, tap it lets go
Wait, stop tap lets go
They love off the net some hoes
Bullet hole make a grown man choke
Make a young boy sing
Reach and you receive
That's shots to your face and knees
If bullets get spread I'd better have my tape
Its cool he can live another day, like Bond
Don't get put in a pond
Samurai sword put it through man's top
Bad one clingy, handting glizzy (glee)
I make her sing like Drizzy
Gang got thingys on top of thingys
Don't get shot with your lizzy
Traphouse giddy, wokhouse giddy
I run the fucking committee
We flooding the wings in HMP
Till gang ride back home with me
I'm sending broski the keys
I need my brothers released
Got man that are riding them birds for me
I'm sending postals every week
I keep a mash 'cause its peak
Banked on rights, I'll never speak
Keep going hard for this team
Bitch I'm a boss in these streets
Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello)
Hole in one like a donut
Backwoods settings, get rolled up
Brand new wap is a super soaker
They ducking when we roll up
That's gang in a motor
Put him in a roller
I need some closure
I need some closure
Old shaped round like Motorola
Do man over, run him over
Run up to him game over
Game over, I don't know what came over me
In the dinger bro chauffeured me
There ain't no controlling me
You're gone
Hmmm, ay come here
Hands on my heart won't do you wrong (I promise)
Unless you're an opp (Fuck)
And hands on my heart, I'm trying, sometimes it feels long
See them, gotta do man wrong
With my Anglo Arms, tear through garms
Right or wrong, I'll get man gone
Pop this door, watch hella man run (Ay come here)
Buss, slap one tell him duss
Grab the shotgun blow away his guts
Run man down let me juice that up
Stand still if I slap this gun
Don't get hit by the gun its nuts
Sike, come firm this one
You're the chosen one
Don't get caught with a loaded gun
Get hit in your head, turn dumb
I'm stunned, he survived
That's nuts and for the homeboy turned Runtz
I was pissed as fuck
Let that go, its calm
Let's go again, creep in the dark
Look at the light when it sparks
I'm in the back of the dinger on volts
Tryna flag down a pole
I'm always putting my strikers on roads
They can't be hitting the post (Tally)
Solicitor telling me I need to ghost
I'm really doing the most
Mama told me that she got diagnosed
But it wasn't her time to go
Heart cold like December
I want death no surrender
You my brother not a member
Put the buj in a blender (Oh Tally)
Keep your sprayers I don't rent out
I don't even like to lend out
Me and bro's in Barca
Got the call we had to send out
Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello)
Hole in one like a donut
Backwoods settings, get rolled up
Brand new wap is a super soaker
They ducking when we roll up
That's gang in a motor
Put him in a roller
I need some closure
I need some closure
Old shaped round like Motorola
Do man over, run him over
Run up to him game over
Game over, I don't know what came over me
In the dinger bro chauffeured me
There ain't no controlling me
There's no controlling me like Hulk
Smash heads and ghost
E9 legend, I'm a GOAT
Retro steppers on volts
Brand new wap bro, serious smoke
Tap it, tap it lets go
Wait, stop tap lets go
They love off the net some hoes
Bullet hole make a grown man choke
Make a young boy sing
Reach and you receive
That's shots to your face and knees
If bullets get spread I'd better have my tape
Its cool he can live another day, like Bond
Don't get put in a pond
Samurai sword put it through man's top
Bad one clingy, handting glizzy (glee)
I make her sing like Drizzy
Gang got thingys on top of thingys
Don't get shot with your lizzy
Traphouse giddy, wokhouse giddy
I run the fucking committee
We flooding the wings in HMP
Till gang ride back home with me
I'm sending broski the keys
I need my brothers released
Got man that are riding them birds for me
I'm sending postals every week
I keep a mash 'cause its peak
Banked on rights, I'll never speak
Keep going hard for this team
Bitch I'm a boss in these streets
Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello)
Hole in one like a donut
Backwoods settings, get rolled up
Brand new wap is a super soaker
They ducking when we roll up
That's gang in a motor
Put him in a roller
I need some closure
I need some closure
Old shaped round like Motorola
Do man over, run him over
Run up to him game over
Game over, I don't know what came over me
In the dinger bro chauffeured me
There ain't no controlling me
You're gone