Holy Moly Lyrics

Aye

You can find me where the cash at

And ain't shit for free where that bag at

I'm starting to see thru these niggas like glad wrap

Why would I trip over a bitch I if done had that

I know my dough nuts holy moly

Green shit in my pocket this ain't guacamole

Tic Tic I'm the bomb not that fake ass rollie

Nigga how I'm throwing up hotboyz like I won a trophy

Diamonds on my neck

I got golds in my teeth

Nigga reach I'm teach

Now his body 6 feet

Bitch I'm really him nigga who the fuck is he

Swerving in that yea I know you hear the screech

Aye and I ain't tryna talk I ain't tryna link

You ain't got no money you can skate like a ice rink

Yeah I like blue hundreds and my fifties pink

Balling in the mall girl I ain't never been cheap

So what you tryna do let me know sum

I ain't tryna link if I can't score like andre drummond

Who him who dem bitch I'm really him

He was talking crazy sent his ass up like a blimp

Send his ass up

I'm a hotboy I tell a bitch back that ass up

Asking me bout a verse nigga better bring that cash up

Sick niggas been rapping all they life getting passed up

All them L's better shake shake shake it off

Left sum white on his bitch tongue like a tylenol

Kit kat to his bitch I'ma break her off

She want me go in between her legs like basketball

Uhhh no I'm not for none

I'ma young thug on these beats having so much fun

My bitch heavy on the ass like weighing a ton

I walk on these beats they call me flash so I'm gon run

Aye i'ma keep going i'm not gon stop

He was talking loud when I seen him he was poppa dot

I'm finna trip like G shock nigga just watch

I get paid off my music niggas gotta punch a clock