Holy 1

(Yo, Luca, where you at?)

I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah

Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body

Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus

You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck

I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks

I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah

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

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

Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck

Uh, ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (come)

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

Uh, yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch

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

I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it

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

You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished

You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin'

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

Uh, I just been takin' like smacks, I been smoked that-, bitch

All they shit is trash, they been smoked up

Every time I drop an album, I'ma one eye

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 fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)

Yeah, I ain't gotta explain to no one, 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 (that makes sense)

I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah

Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body

Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus

You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck

I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks

I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah

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

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

Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck

Uh, ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (come)

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

Uh, yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch

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

I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it

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

You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished

You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin' (you broke as-)