"Holyfield" lyrics
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking shit, took his bitch with my fucking wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
(Bring that shit back nigga, 2 phones, Carti, nigga)
(Fuck wrong with y'all niggas? Squad, nigga)
Ay, Playboi
Ay, mm
Ay, ay
Ay
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watching tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking shit, took his bitch with my fucking wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it
Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit
(Ay, ay, Carti)
(Ay, Playboi)
Ay, ay
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watching, tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking shit, took his bitch with my fucking wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it
Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit
I don't tongue wrestle, with a nigga bitch, I pop it off
Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off
Fuck 'em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw
Fuck with me, I fuck with you, I put you on a plug or two
In the streets, they know 'bout me
I keep the lean, I keep the heat
In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feeling on ya' shawty
Purple drank, blowing purple dank, nigga, the fuck you think?
Shout out to my nigga $coob and shout out to my nigga Nate
Shout out to my nigga La Flare and all these thirsty hoes out here
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, blow money
Blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
I show money, call me Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Holyfield, Holyfield, Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
(Real trap shit)
I show money, call me Holyfield
She all on me, call me Holyfield
It's Carti, baby, call me Holyfield
Holyfield
Splur
Splur gang, nigga
(Laugh it all the way to the bank, hahahahaha)
Fuck wrong with y'all niggas?
'Cause he talking shit, took his bitch with my fucking wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
(Bring that shit back nigga, 2 phones, Carti, nigga)
(Fuck wrong with y'all niggas? Squad, nigga)
Ay, Playboi
Ay, mm
Ay, ay
Ay
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watching tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking shit, took his bitch with my fucking wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it
Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit
(Ay, ay, Carti)
(Ay, Playboi)
Ay, ay
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watching, tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking shit, took his bitch with my fucking wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it
Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit
I don't tongue wrestle, with a nigga bitch, I pop it off
Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off
Fuck 'em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw
Fuck with me, I fuck with you, I put you on a plug or two
In the streets, they know 'bout me
I keep the lean, I keep the heat
In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feeling on ya' shawty
Purple drank, blowing purple dank, nigga, the fuck you think?
Shout out to my nigga $coob and shout out to my nigga Nate
Shout out to my nigga La Flare and all these thirsty hoes out here
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, blow money
Blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
I show money, call me Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Holyfield, Holyfield, Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
(Real trap shit)
I show money, call me Holyfield
She all on me, call me Holyfield
It's Carti, baby, call me Holyfield
Holyfield
Splur
Splur gang, nigga
(Laugh it all the way to the bank, hahahahaha)
Fuck wrong with y'all niggas?
