Hol'up
LL
Shit in the backseat, ho
Got shit in the backseat, ho
Got shit in the backseat, ho
TNT, TNT
Finna blow up, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, nigga
Hol'up, hol'up
Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up
Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, uh
Got cash in the backseat, uh
Got drugs in the backseat, uh
Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh
Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)
Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)
Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)
Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (Yeah, yeah)
Navy blue on my whip, bitch, I'm swervin' in that Cybertruck (Yeah)
Some of you niggas so talentless, they'd be sold back then for like two bucks
Hate, or love me, nigga, yeah, I don't give no f*cks
Hate, or love me-love me-love me-love me-love me-love me
Frozen Patek on my wrist, yeah, ha
It ain't tickin, uh (Yeah)
Diamonds all over my bitch, yeah, ha
& they glisten, yeah
She say"I'm yo' biggest fan! I'm yo' biggest fan!"
Yeah, but where these bitches at when I ain't have no bands, yeah
Ok, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah
Yeah, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah
Cozyworld, huh, on my body, hol'up, yeah
Cozyworld, yeah, on my body, hol'up, yeah
When I walk outside, there go the paparazzi
They want a picture-picture
Damn, yo' bitch thinkin' 'bout my dick & how it's bigger-bigger
It's kill on sight, hand on my gun, it's on that trigger-trigger
I'm a violent nigga, noose on his neck like he a nigger-nigger
Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, uh
Got cash in the backseat, uh
Got drugs in the backseat, uh
Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh
Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)
Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)
Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)
Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (Yeah, yeah)
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English
Hol'up
LL
Shit in the backseat, ho
Got shit in the backseat, ho
Got shit in the backseat, ho
TNT, TNT
Finna blow up, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, nigga
Hol'up, hol'up
Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up
Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, uh
Got cash in the backseat, uh
Got drugs in the backseat, uh
Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh
Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)
Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)
Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)
Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (Yeah, yeah)
Navy blue on my whip, bitch, I'm swervin' in that Cybertruck (Yeah)
Some of you niggas so talentless, they'd be sold back then for like two bucks
Hate, or love me, nigga, yeah, I don't give no f*cks
Hate, or love me-love me-love me-love me-love me-love me
Frozen Patek on my wrist, yeah, ha
It ain't tickin, uh (Yeah)
Diamonds all over my bitch, yeah, ha
& they glisten, yeah
She say"I'm yo' biggest fan! I'm yo' biggest fan!"
Yeah, but where these bitches at when I ain't have no bands, yeah
Ok, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah
Yeah, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah
Cozyworld, huh, on my body, hol'up, yeah
Cozyworld, yeah, on my body, hol'up, yeah
When I walk outside, there go the paparazzi
They want a picture-picture
Damn, yo' bitch thinkin' 'bout my dick & how it's bigger-bigger
It's kill on sight, hand on my gun, it's on that trigger-trigger
I'm a violent nigga, noose on his neck like he a nigger-nigger
Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, uh
Got cash in the backseat, uh
Got drugs in the backseat, uh
Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh
Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)
Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)
Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)
Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (Yeah, yeah)
LL
Shit in the backseat, ho
Got shit in the backseat, ho
Got shit in the backseat, ho
TNT, TNT
Finna blow up, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, nigga
Hol'up, hol'up
Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up
Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, uh
Got cash in the backseat, uh
Got drugs in the backseat, uh
Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh
Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)
Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)
Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)
Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (Yeah, yeah)
Navy blue on my whip, bitch, I'm swervin' in that Cybertruck (Yeah)
Some of you niggas so talentless, they'd be sold back then for like two bucks
Hate, or love me, nigga, yeah, I don't give no f*cks
Hate, or love me-love me-love me-love me-love me-love me
Frozen Patek on my wrist, yeah, ha
It ain't tickin, uh (Yeah)
Diamonds all over my bitch, yeah, ha
& they glisten, yeah
She say"I'm yo' biggest fan! I'm yo' biggest fan!"
Yeah, but where these bitches at when I ain't have no bands, yeah
Ok, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah
Yeah, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah
Cozyworld, huh, on my body, hol'up, yeah
Cozyworld, yeah, on my body, hol'up, yeah
When I walk outside, there go the paparazzi
They want a picture-picture
Damn, yo' bitch thinkin' 'bout my dick & how it's bigger-bigger
It's kill on sight, hand on my gun, it's on that trigger-trigger
I'm a violent nigga, noose on his neck like he a nigger-nigger
Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
Got shit in the backseat, uh
Got cash in the backseat, uh
Got drugs in the backseat, uh
Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh
Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)
Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)
Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)
Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (Yeah, yeah)
Writer: Jayden Cooper
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
