Hole On lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeh)
You know I can't really do to much other than go crazy man
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hol' on, this sh*t get sticky, n*gga (Uh-huh)
This sh*t get sticky you should already know that
First you up pole, n*gga, then I blow back
That boy slow, n*gga, get his dome whacked
I can catch a broke n*gga, get his ho clapped (Hol' on)
Yeah, talkin' on the— (Gon' slap a n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Talkin' on the monster—
Talkin' on the monster, you goin' to hell
Put a bomb on 'em, mm, like some bells
Big Choppa, fat bullets, make him sing like Adele (Fat bullets)
Hold on, make 'em—
Hold on, make him fall like Adele
Fold him like a apple, chew it (Mm-mm-mm)
Fold him likе a apple, chew it 'til it's chewy
Givin' hеr these back shots, ooh, she like, "Ooh-wee" (Like, "Ooh-wee" n*gga)

[Bridge]
Yeah n*gga
This the type of sh*t I live by n*gga
Hold on repeat after me
Yeah, yeah
I'm eatin' chips on the beat (Yeah)
Yeah
Ho rubbin' on my— yeah
[Verse 2]
I put my motherf*ckin' feet up
Payed for this— put my motherf*ckin' feet up
These n*ggas hatin' but I'm— 3-up
These n*ggas hatin' but I'm motherf*ckin' (Geeked up)
These n*ggas hatin' but I'm motherf*ckin' 6-up
These n*ggas hatin' but they— six feet
These n*ggas hate but they dead, yeah, they so sleep
These n*ggas hate, yeah, they need to go back to—
Yeah they need to go clock in
These n*ggas hate but they workin' 9— (To 5, b*tch)
These n*ggas— but they workin' 9—5
These n*ggas— I had to do it to 'em (Stop it)
(Slurp, Slurp, Slurp)

[Interlude]
Yeah they need to get a stylist
These n*ggas broke, yeah, they need to get some style
These n*ggas broke, man
Put a n*gga in a hearse
Put a n*gga in a close casket, in the dirt
These n*ggas playin', yeah, your man's a shirt
Hey, these n*ggas playin', yeah—

[Chorus]
Hol' on, this sh*t get sticky, n*gga (Uh-huh)
This sh*t get sticky you should already know that
First you up pole, n*gga, then I blow back
That boy slow, n*gga, get his dome whacked
I can catch a broke n*gga, get his ho clapped (Hol' on)
Yeah, talkin' on the— (Gon' slap a n*gga)
Talkin' on the—
[Outro]
Hit her from the rear, I f*ck that b*tch (Yeah)
She don't care about you
Postin' on the Gram, n*gga, she don't care about you
Yeah she still throw that ass, n*gga, at the f*ckin' party
Yeah n*gga, you know, you already f*ckin' cryin'
We know where your f*ckin' car is
Blow up yo' f*cking car n*gga (Boom)