"Holla At Me" lyrics
Holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
I back out the driveway (Yeah), twist up this Swisher Sweet
Turn on the radio, I hear nothin' but wannabes (Yeah)
I threw in that Young Dolph, your bitch reached and turnt it up (Dope)
Half a pound of Sour Diesel, I bought that to burn it up (Yeah)
They ask me where I been, shit, I tell 'em I been at work (Huh?)
Ten for a sixteen and I ain't talkin' 'bout a verse (Nah)
I drunk a four this morning and I still taste it when I burp
You wanna fuck me, shawty, then you gots to give me head first
Take over the city, go'n and give him his hood shit
Hood rich, new Juicy Couture on my hood bitch (Yeah)
Break it down, zip it up, get the whole bomb off
Paper Route Boys, Skrilla Squad, Young Dolph
Holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
My head in the clouds (Clouds), I'm smokin' on that loud (Loud)
They say that it's a drought, shit, nigga, whereabout?
Mama oldest son, I had to make somethin' happen (For sure)
I went and got that sack and told them niggas to holler at me (That's right)
Plenty of rubber bands (Bands), plenty of duffel bags (Bags)
Expensive-ass swag, that's what got them suckers mad
Twenty stacks worth of fifty bags in the dash
I'm just tryna stuff a whole mil' in the stash (Uh)
Shawty starin' at me, so I asked her what she thinkin' (What up?)
She say she got a husband, but I make her feel like cheatin' (Let's go)
Met her at the Marriott and put it in her life
Yeah, that head right, but I can't spend the night
Holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
I back out the driveway (Yeah), twist up this Swisher Sweet
Turn on the radio, I hear nothin' but wannabes (Yeah)
I threw in that Young Dolph, your bitch reached and turnt it up (Dope)
Half a pound of Sour Diesel, I bought that to burn it up (Yeah)
They ask me where I been, shit, I tell 'em I been at work (Huh?)
Ten for a sixteen and I ain't talkin' 'bout a verse (Nah)
I drunk a four this morning and I still taste it when I burp
You wanna fuck me, shawty, then you gots to give me head first
Take over the city, go'n and give him his hood shit
Hood rich, new Juicy Couture on my hood bitch (Yeah)
Break it down, zip it up, get the whole bomb off
Paper Route Boys, Skrilla Squad, Young Dolph
Holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
My head in the clouds (Clouds), I'm smokin' on that loud (Loud)
They say that it's a drought, shit, nigga, whereabout?
Mama oldest son, I had to make somethin' happen (For sure)
I went and got that sack and told them niggas to holler at me (That's right)
Plenty of rubber bands (Bands), plenty of duffel bags (Bags)
Expensive-ass swag, that's what got them suckers mad
Twenty stacks worth of fifty bags in the dash
I'm just tryna stuff a whole mil' in the stash (Uh)
Shawty starin' at me, so I asked her what she thinkin' (What up?)
She say she got a husband, but I make her feel like cheatin' (Let's go)
Met her at the Marriott and put it in her life
Yeah, that head right, but I can't spend the night
Holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
Your homie told you it's a drought around the way?
Well, not around here, homie, we always straight
So holler at me
I see you lookin', girl, your nigga ain't this
Matter fact, girl, your nigga ain't shit
Ayy, lil' mama, holler at me
