hollywood ft. Trulydeso Lyrics

Uh, I left her behind

Talkin bout cash I'm the first in line

Run to the bag nigga ima grind

Pussy ass nigga tryna steal my shine

She tryna take off my Calvin Kleins

I'm right here baby what's on your mind?

I blow her mind every time

Yeah, smoke gas on the wakeup

Hollywood girl don't need no makeup

Always a hatin ass nigga tryna say stuff

She wanna cuddle, bitch wanna lay up

I'm really shooting shit like a layup

I need my money nigga pay up

Binary trigger fuck a nigga face up

I'm tryna ball nigga lace up

Like what you got on? Take it off

Got fine shit in the loft

Nerd nigga talk tough on the internet, Gen-five make the nigga log off

She just want a good time, she say she not in to that

But when I'm inside her, her pussy feel soft

My new bitch grown as hell, she drink Casamigos nigga, and she a boss

Uh, I left her behind

Talkin bout cash I'm the first in line

Run to the bag nigga ima grind

Pussy ass nigga tryna steal my shine

She tryna take off my Calvin Kleins

I'm right here baby what's on your mind?

I blow her mind every time

Yeah, smoke gas on the wakeup

Hollywood girl don't need no makeup

Always a hatin ass nigga tryna say stuff

She wanna cuddle, bitch wanna lay up

I'm really shooting shit like a layup

I need my money nigga pay up

Binary trigger fuck a nigga face up

I'm tryna ball nigga lace up

Uh, Cmon

Flexin the dubs they back to back

My niggas been winning Ian takin no L

I'm in the track the scat the cat

I'm pullin up fast this a new pair of wheels

(uhh) That nigga a bum for real

Ain making plays he look dumb for real

I'm in the trap in the slums for real

Get on the track play it back I'm trill

These niggas lying through they teeth veneers

I'm with lil slime we get out to kill

Like mastermind I'm the villain for real

Man run down til that nigga got popped in the field

Feel like I'm king of the throne for real

I'm in the yo switching lanes for real

Can't get in the car boy you don't got a kill

I'm with them junkies they takin them pills

Feel like a monkey I hang off them bills

Need me a bag I need me a mill

Tryna get rich, take my hood out the field

Vvs bust off the camera they real

I'm on they necks on the top of the hill

Niggas be fake these niggas not trill

And I'm in the yo he get popped like a pill, Yeah

Uh, I left her behind

Talkin bout cash I'm the first in line

Run to the bag nigga ima grind

Pussy ass nigga tryna steal my shine

She tryna take off my Calvin Kleins

I'm right here baby what's on your mind?

I blow her mind every time

Yeah, smoke gas on the wakeup

Hollywood girl don't need no makeup

Always a hatin ass nigga tryna say stuff

She wanna cuddle, bitch wanna lay up

I'm really shooting shit like a layup

I need my money nigga pay up

Binary trigger fuck a nigga face up

I'm tryna ball nigga lace up