Holla lyrics

by

Danny Wolf


I'm a cold cripping n----- from Grape Street
Cali gang banging what made me
I said a hunnid f*cking dollars make me holla
I got a hunnid in my gun I make it holla

AdamOnTheTrack
Hood rich
Dir-dir-dir-dirty Costello

[Hook]
I said a hunnid f*cking dollars make me holla
Got a hunnid in my gun I make it holla
I put that on my CC off rip
Hollow tips stay big like my di*k
X2

[Verse 1: Max P]
Gold my neck, my ice fish
Break the unco while we count up them flips
My tombstone look purple like Prince
All my n-- fry we ain't French
I need that lock in choppa no semi
I put that on the East side we shoot up your city
Big guns we hold up bout 50
Leave his ass lost, he looking real sh*tty
Let me know if you dont fear me
pus*y boy this fully, no semi
I'm a cold cripping n---- from Grape Street
Cali gang banging what made me

[Hook]
I said a hunnid f*cking dollars make me holla
Got a hunnid in my gun I make it holla
I put that on my CC off rip
Hollow tips stay big like my di*k
X2

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