Holla Back Lyrics

I'm with a bitch so thick she trying to do thangs

We in the whip the ceiling missing like 2 Chains

She giving brains in the range while I'm switching lanes

Stay on some pimp shit could never be a fucking lame

Stuck in the game

I'm from the street so all I touch is cane

You want some beef

I bring the heat like I'm LeBron James

Leave no witness

I'm bout my skrilla so stay out my business nigga it's like a killer on the mic how I spit This

Ayo these bitches they love me

But these suckers be hating

We out here making this money

You muthafuckas keep faking

We taking trips out of state Trying to make some more paper

Coming back with more cake And extra clips for the kater

It's eight o'clock in the morning I'm still up cooking this crack

If I'm not in the studio

Then I'm back at the trap

Stacking this money getting high bitch roll up the blunt

Until I die I'm a grind like it's the first of the month

Now holla back

I know a bitch who suck a dick for some Reebok's

I got a goon who'll kill some shit for a G-Shock

We in a drop with some beat you hear from three blocks

Right up the street from the precinct where you see cops

It's every weekend we creeping

We deep in the club just popped a molly now she geeking

If she peeping I'm speaking in tongues the guns a have her leaking

Smelling like kush reaking collect the money like a deacon

I'm on that OG baby yes you can bet this

If I'm not mobbing to Mozzy I'm in that Lexus

If I'm not leaning in Cali I'm out in Texas

If a niggaa hating on me he must gotta death wish

It's the freshest from the west bitch

Now get my name tatted on yo ass and left tit and let's get busy

Sipping ciroc til I get dizzy

And I'm shipping shit risky until the cops come and get me

Holla back

I don't play games I'm bout my money n from the start

Them suckers lame and hella funny like Kevin Hart

Don't get it twisted when I'm wicked push up on the scene

Windows tinted when I'm in it kush up in the limousine

Just trying to party like Charlie Sheen get naughty with your shorty keep a forty with a Weam

I got the flame and the kerosene

Fence to blow this muthafucka up like a flying plane

Team Herron and I'm dying to kill it

Got some dope cooking up and they fry in the skillet

Man these bitches lying I feel it and my nine fully loaded and I'm dying to peel it

Stay on the grind I get it and I shine all the time cause I rhyme when I spit it

I'm on yo line forget it

Ain't enough time for you to hide when I ride you finished

Now holla back