We Holdin ft. Z-Ro Lyrics

We real, we trill, and we don't give a fuck how none of you hoes feel

We rollin', we holdin', if we're comin' down, then the trunk got to be wide open

Say, ayy, I got the big captain seats lookin' neat

I'm tippin' like a cat, but them Vogues is dog meat

Pistol on me one deep, I gotta make it home

If them rims rust a little bit, I gotta get em chromed

Mix the Za with my cologne, blend the oil with the soda

Got the trunk standin' straight up, and the bumper bendin' over

Fuck love and Casanova, give a damn how ya feel

They was workin', I was dreamin' of workin' the wood wheel

And STILL, it ain't a price to make you niggas real

The trunk is baby face it keep givin' em whip appeal

For real, I don-I done seen it all

Fall off, they don't call

Go and get that shit installed and pull out clean as alcohol

We real, we trill, and we don't give a fuck how none of you hoes feel

We rollin', we holdin', if we're comin' down, then the trunk got to be wide open

Uhhnnn, what it look like, homie

If it ain't lookin' like a bag, it don't look right, homie

A long way from askin' Fisher what they cook like, homie

All my real niggas done died, they up and took flight on me

Another million up on my mind, that's all I'm thinkin' about

We drinkin' Louis and not a little, we drinkin' a lot

You gon' be tired as fuck you ever try to break in my spot

I am a Dalmatian, ain't nobody takin' my spot

A lot of niggas don't like me, I don't like a lot of niggas too

I do my own thing, I don't be doin' what these niggas do

Cool to show some love, but it ain't shit to get rid of you

Back up off me, you think I wanna talk to this bitch or you (nigga)

We real, we trill, and we don't give a fuck how none of you hoes feel

We rollin', we holdin', if we're comin' down, then the trunk got to be wide open

(Fred goes to work)