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Aye, Hollon

Back in the day was in B-more I moved out to Texas

I went fell in love with the South

I been talking that talk but when talking get cheap

Bout my money, best bet I stop running my mouth

Could care less bout the heat that you got gang my church is in Oak Cliff

Been 'round more then you think

I might go let this pipe burst like winter in '21

Show you that Celly gon drip like a sink

Steady hooping like Luka mhmm

Betta watch how I step mhmm

Wanted to get my first piece from Solomon dang but I heard that he left

I was just tryna wait, see if I'd cop me a truck but I'm prolly gon get me a 'Vette

Imma say it's my year like 'the boys'

When I say it, I mean it, not playing it's time to lock in

Okay I got some Mexican hittas like OT

Imma go win ain't gon send it to OT

Been in arenas ain't talkin' no nosebleeds

Ain't been to no Rodeos somebody show me

Keep me a stick when I feel like a Star

Imma shoot like a Maverick, you take it too far

Keepin holsters like Cowboy's

Still Raven Nation tho, luv for the agg just know that I'm sorry

All of this green on me look like the skyline

Stacking these hunnids up taller than Big Tex

Drive out to Buc-ee's when I wanna live right

Meticulous shots is how Celly ain't miss yet

Snow on my chain so I don't gotta miss that

They be like "Cel everywhere" boy im feelin like beltline

Get me a chicken box half n half real fast

Went to Middle School out Roland Park they show love in both Cities

Believe it or not like it's Ripley's

Shooting star feel like Disney

God is the greatest I mean it

The route that I'm taking look scenic

I ain't been out worked in a minute