Holmes (feat. Pooh Shiesty & BIG30) E

Huh. Wow. Brrt, brrt. Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna Make a hit. Walk a home, hundred homes, Hell you can be from Bowen Homes. If you ain't busting fire home, train your ass Like Jerry Jones. Gone on and run along, Run by myself I come alone. Drop my nuts I use my own, you borrow Nuts you took a loan. I be playing naive but I know exactly what's Going on. Chopstick like I'm Chinese, I might dynamite a hater home. Judge looking down on me like he a king Sitting on a throne. Throw the charge I beat The case, then beat my chest I'm King Kong. Lavish home get super dome, it knock me out Like Larry Holmes. Money long, don't saw the barrel Off, I like the barrel on. Gucci gone, you rats ain't really have no one To tatt along. Slimy nigga, Memphis killer, Snake your watch and rattle on. Pest control, we killing rodents, that's what Gucci Really on. Coronavirus got me itching, Clutching all these masks is on. Nigga think it's cool to be broke, that shit Ain't in fashion home. Ain't no hit and run, You can't ensure it, I see we crashing home. I'm from mere Brent but I got killers out Of Clayborn home. Play pussy, one to the dome, Now you got a created stone. By myself with the fruit bears, ain't no stopping For Jakes alone. Hood hero serving cone, how he make it with 80 bold. My lil' brother think he pop smooth Dude and he keep big Glock. In the field with gloves on, swinging sticks, we Play for the sock. High speed chase, we duck And cock, I just got off on seven North. Topper gang so icy, got me and Shiesty got Matching watch. He a rat, I drop some cheese, Try to eat, put his ass to sleep. No Draco, big.223, roll up and smoke his Ass like weed. My niggas they CGE, He ain't gang, he ain't shit to me. 200 shots up in this SUV, shouts out to AUG. Ayy, this shit wasn't no dream when I Had slammed that man out in my sleep. And I did some shit I can't rap about, But may they rest in peace. Strapped up in this Phantom riding through Boulder Creek but from the Creek. Just young niggas from D-A-G, tryna leave bodies in The street. It's different type of smoke if I Gotta slide, bodies got to drop. Lil' slimy dude gon' stay on top, grab the Draco and shake the block. FN my trench coat, I post by the door Like Jamie Foxx. We got him and his cousin Shot, give a fuck if they know or not. This brand new Glock came out the box, my Chop came with a folding stock. MGU ran in my spot, took all my shit And broke the lock. I'm back at it again, I know them crackers wanna see me flop. I kept calling my lawyer, he wouldn't answer, That shit had me hot. Brrt, brrt, brrt.