Holy 1

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[00:00.96] Yo, Luca, where you at?

[00:13.84] (I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah), (I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)

[00:19.28] (Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)

[00:23.15] (I took twenty (?), bitch, I'm the holy one)

[00:26.25] Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)

[00:29.02] I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip

[00:32.10] I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up

[00:35.29] Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)

[00:39.01] Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh

[00:42.19] Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh

[00:45.12] Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh

[00:48.57] You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months

[00:51.92] I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)

[00:55.10] I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog еyes in it, ha

[00:58.29] You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes

[01:01.48] I ain't talking 'bout no kitchеn, kill 'em, sixty minutes

[01:04.93] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished

[01:08.12] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention

[01:11.18] Birkin bag, holdin' weight, We some Gods, holy ones

[01:14.28] Hold your field, hold your guts, Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)

[01:17.46] Flip it up, double dutch, Take that back, fifty cups

[01:20.81] Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up, Yeah, hit that fitted up

[01:24.00] I just made (?), I been smoked that— bitch

[01:28.14] All that shit is trash, they been smoked up

[01:30.53] Every time I drop an album, I'm a Wunna

[01:33.62] I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now

[01:37.07] Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye

[01:40.26] Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)

[01:44.41] Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)

[01:47.49] I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one

[01:50.42] Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone

[01:53.93] Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some

[01:57.29] I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit

[02:00.21] Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)

[02:03.93] (I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah), (I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)

[02:09.53] (Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)

[02:13.40] (I took twenty (?), bitch, I'm the holy one)

[02:16.32] Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)

[02:19.21] I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip

[02:22.30] I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up

[02:25.49] Uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)

[02:29.21] Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh

[02:32.66] Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh

[02:35.59] Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh

[02:39.03] You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months

[02:42.22] I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)

[02:45.41] I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha

[02:48.60] You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes

[02:51.78] I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes

[02:55.24] Yeah, you fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished

[02:58.33] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)

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