GloRilla Hollon Lyrics

Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe

Hoe you must not know what you just started (da f**k)
Me and my b****es go gnarley
Give a f**k about this party
We gone step on shit regardless (stamp dat)
Get my goon to swipe that b**** & I’ll dispute the charges (on gang)
Making music, beating on b****ing I be really marching (wuuhh)
I got hands for a hoe, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance after chance, ** no (unhuh)
I keep saying free lil 4
Do my my dance on them folks
If it’s up it’s going down soon as I land on them folks

Hook:
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe

I do what I want I’m pressure (pressure)
Don’t follow the rules, I’m a rebel (nope)
I stand out b**** I’m special (ayeee)
I’ma stand up b**** like Kevin (on god)
You a bum ass b**** you messy (messy)
Don’t start with me b**** I’m petty (hoe)
Line any b**** up I’m ready
I don’t pick and choose it’s up with whoever
All my diamonds certi and all these members certi too (icy)
Smiling at my ** hoe, knock out all yo thirty two (dumb ass)
C8 doors open up for me hear the engines roar (vrmmm)
Switch to sport I got somewhere to be lil baby I’m important (ona gang)

Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe
Ayeeee
Hollon hoe, hollon hollon hollon hoe

Glock 19, it came with a drum
Yeah that’s my favorite gun (buck)
Asked if he my only ** (nah fareal)
I said no but you my favorite one
Yeah, rare ass b**** ** I’m one in one (f**k you mean)
Nah, I can’t make you mines but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets in them streets baby ima thug
I just threw ten thousand sumn ones in this f**king club (uhhh)
Poppin it so hard cuz I ain’t used to shit (I aint used to shit)
These ** ain’t got no type they wanna stupid b**** (wuuhh)
Ona gang