Holy 1 Song Details:
Holy 1 Lyrics
Yo, Luca, where you at?
(I’ma sh00t the Gl0ck, ah, yeah)
(I’ma just pop that Perc’, Bop)
(Holy one, riding round in that Urus
You look broke as fu*ck)
(I took twenty—, b!tch, I’m the holy one)
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin
(Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fucking Urus, in that Urus trip I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, around 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 k!ll you once, b!tch, uh
You can come back everyday
We will gone k!ll 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’ sh!t up
We been up fifty minutes
I ain’t talking about no kitchеn
K!ll them, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain’t fucking with the boss Yeah, you get diminished Yeah, you ain’t fucking with the cops
You ain’t paying attention
Birkin bag, holding 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, sh00t his b!tch a$$ up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just made—, I been sm0ked that— b!tch
All that sh!t is trash, they been sm0ked 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 looking behind my back like I got one eye
B!tch, I’m paranoid as fu*ck, like, b!tch
Why wouldn’t I be? (Why wouldn’t I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, b!tch
I pull up and smack (Bl!ck them)
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 sh!t, not sh!t, not sh!t, not sh!t
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats
(In that Urus)
(I’ma sh00t the Gl0ck, ah, yeah)
(I’ma just pop that Perc’, Bop)
(Holy one, riding round in that Urus
You look broke as fu*ck)
(I took twenty—, b!tch, I’m the holy one)
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin
(Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fucking Urus, in that Urus trip I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up Uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, around 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 k!ll you once, b!tch, uh
You can come back everyday
We will gone k!ll 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’ sh!t up
We been up fifty minutes
I ain’t talking about no kitchen
K!ll them, sixty minutes
Yeah, you fucking with the boss, yeah You get diminished Yeah, you ain’t fucking with the cops
You ain’t paying attention (You broke, b!tch)