Hollywood’s Favorite Lyrics

Ayo (hi tek) ayo

I don’t know her name

Can’t really explain

She be ‘round too much

Still can’t call her gang

Me and Twig can’t go back home

Cap just not the same

Teardrops turn to storms, I might spin out in the rain

Moms was workin’ off the clock

I was down on main

Somewhere reekin’ havoc, know my daddy was ashamed

Out a window throwin’ B’s

Should’ve been my grades

Momma raised a soldier but a son gon misbehave

I done told yo’ ass a lot

Take it too the grave

Splurgin’ at the mall, I’m not coo, I’m not okay

Niggas know yo’ necklace fu, but for you I’ll never change

I’ma get this money cool, and I’ma scoop yo’ ass a chain

Niggas in it way too deep

Why would I complain?

This is all you wanted, this at money, love, and fame

We treat Holly’ like a stain

This is a souvenir

Still good on my own it just be fun to have you near

‘Cause last summer did me foul

I need better years

Told Ya-ya take the wheel but I be pissed the way he steer

Got me fistfightin’ my tears

That’s gon’ get me hurt

Tryna go out on my lonesome but I don’t know how this shit work

I feel it’s best to keep my distance

I’ll see y’all ‘gain next Christmas

Goin’ back and forth with Kristen

She’ll die if I go missin’

I can’t support no system

My own ass won’t even listen

I’m lovin’ and twisted

I’m just a product out the kitchen

And I can’t really explain

I don’t know the name

I be gone too much

What else really changed

Me and Twig can’t go back home

Cap just not the same

Teardrops turn to storms

I might spin out in the rain

Moms was workin’ off the clock

I’m somewhere I should not

Please don’t tell my granny, I just know she’ll be ashamed

Out a window throwin B’s

Should’ve been my grade

Momma raised a soldier but a son gon misbehave

But her love stayed the same

I guess kobi changed

Untie all my knots

Piss out all my pain

I told Twig can’t go back home

That’s just not my place

Glass eyes turn to storms

I’m might swerve but it’s okay

I don’t got nobody else

Got here by myself

Can’t cry about them losses, what them teardrops finna change

Them percocets can’t make me and them hoes can’t fix the pain

My demons fighting deacons, it’s been hard tryn maintain

Hold out with a nigga

Keep me in the middle

I see hidden figures, I’m so close that I can feel ‘em

I’ve been on the phone with God, tryna get out my feelings

Keep yo’ hand on Billi, he need more than what he spillin’

But I can’t really explain

Don’t know what to say

I’ve been high so much

Everything done changed

I just wanna go back home

But I can’t find that place

Teardrops turn to storms

I might swerve out in this Wraith, Yeah

Lord, forgive me

See all that complaining

See ma’ fuckas ask for the world get that bitch and start complaining

Stop saying cuss words

We don’t not say cuss words

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

We don’t do that

We don’t do that

You right, my fault, I was having a bad day

Where’s TT Lynn?