Holy f*ck lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet Pea on the beat
Cash Gang Key
n*ggas asked why I wasn't rappin'
n*gga, I ain't have a hundred, n*gga, the feds took everything
n*gga, I'm back
Rado, Rado, Rado

[Verse]
Hittin' n*ggas with that stick, ain't playin' golf, but it's a hole in one
They thought brodie was a jeweler, icin' n*ggas like he Golden Sun
You better call Zoey if we strapped, it ain't no one-on-one
You never on your block, I slid on it, n*gga, it's only bums
We at the chopper house, ain't no hoes in here, it's only guns
Blue strip party, ain't no fives in here, it's only cuz (Crip)
Last opp died in a 300, he was rollin' bum (Lame-ass n*gga)
We all buffed up, got black and white, look like some f*ckin' nuns
Moo just walked in with two APs, holy f*ck (Sheesh)
He thought he was finna buy some jeans 'til more ​choked him up (What up, Moo?)
b*tch, put that n*gga in a sling 'cause he broke as f*ck
Boy, don't try to slide on snowman 'cause you gon' get stuck
Don't try to slide on this block, you gon' get stretched
Meanwhile, my watch doing TikToks in this b*tch, dancin'
She put that rose on her pus*y like she Amber
I'm ridin' foreign, my FN made in Belgium
I ain't really into textin', give me sex, please (f*ck you doin'?)
Don't say you don't suck di*k, that's my pet peeve (Ah)
She ain't think free bands existed 'til she met three (Poured up three)
I got a glizzy, but what glizzy got a XD? (What the f*ck you doin'?)
Is it me, or is this n*gga soundin' crazy? (Lame-ass n*gga)
Talkin' 'bout I'm Lil Key, I ain't soundin' bad (At all)
It's so much sh*t in this chop', this b*tch constipated
Sticks be rockin' Gucci, man, he not Radric Davis
Ain't sh*t comin' off my body, bro, you gotta face me
Bro'll turn you to a ghost, but I'm not with Kanan
Stop talkin' money to that n*gga, that is not his language
I just caught a fed case, but I'm not complaining (n*gga)
[Outro]
Yeah, we got every watch ​on us
They done put two-four on FanDuel, what you got on us?
Make it to the bar, every shot on us
Them is not your bucks
Cash Gang sh*t