Holy 1

[Intro]

Yo, Luca, where you at?

[Pre-Chorus]

(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)

(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)

(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as ****)

(I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus]

Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)

I just pulled up in that ****in' Urus, in that Urus trip

I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up

Yeah, uh, Rollie ****, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)

Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh

Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh

Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh

You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months

I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)

I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog еyes in it, ha

You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes

I ain't talking 'bout no kitchеn, kill 'em, sixty minutes

Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished

Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the cops, you ain't paying attention

[Verse]

Birkin bag, holdin' weight

We some Gods, holy ones

Hold your field, hold your guts

Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)

Flip it up, double dutch

Take that back, fifty cups

Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up

Yeah, hit that fitted up

I just made [?], I been smoked that— bitch

All that shit is trash, they been smoked up

Every time I drop an album, I'm a Wunna

I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now

Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye

Bitch, I'm paranoid as ****, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)

Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)

I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one

Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone

Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some

I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit

Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)

[Pre-Chorus]

(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)

(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)

(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as ****)

(I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus]

Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)

I just pulled up in that ****in' Urus, in that Urus trip

I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up

Uh, Rollie ****, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)

Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh

Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh

Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh

You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months

I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)

I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha

You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes

I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes

Yeah, you ****in' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished

Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)