Holy Moley

[Chorus: Julian Nixon]
Riding round town with the Roley
I got the racks, holy moly
Everywhere I go, man, they know me
I mix the purp with the codeine
Roll up and fire up a stogi
24 shots like I'm Kobi
She shake that ass like she [?]
Pipe the bitch up [?]

[Verse 1: Strap]
Racks holy moly, [?]
Smell when I'm smoking, my pockets are poking
Four headed Roley, just rolled up a stogi
Got shots like we Kobi, your bitch probably know me
A four of the codeine, we never be folding
We run from the police
[?]
They know a lil G, they know everything be street
They know we come straight from the 3
Riding round town with the Roley
I got some stacks and they stolen
We get the pack in the morning
Then stuff them all in the foreign
If they look good, they going
If they aight, they going
Get them and break them all down
And this what we finna be doing

[Verse 2: Strap]
What your baby daddy ssay? He want a verse from me
Brand new hundred [?] like you on a shopping spree
Paper going round and round, like in a washing machine
Got all this gwop on me, I gotta keep AR15's

[Verse 3: Street Money Boochie]
Zone 6, popping shit
Toat stick [?] everyday
Rolex on my wrist, that'as a brick, that's new [?]
Too legit, never quit, fuck the bitch, ain't give her anything
[?] my cuban link
Complement my pinky ring

[Chorus: Julian Nixon]
Riding round town with the Roley
I got the racks, holy moly
Everywhere I go, man, they know me
I mix the purp with the codeine
Roll up and fire up a stogi
24 shots like I'm Kobi
She shake that ass like she [?]
Pipe the bitch up [?]

[Verse 4: Julian Nixon]
Ho, you better shake that ass, you can't get nothing for free
Grab them bails and count them checks, I never get no sleep
Wake up, grab that FNN, you don't get shit for free
Riding round town with the Roley
Don't get too close, you don't know me
I keep the mack and the 40
Piped the bitch up, fuck the police
Switching foreigns back to back, this shit ain't new to me
Count me up a hundred racks, and flew to Italy

[Chorus: Julian Nixon]
Riding round town with the Roley
I got the racks, holy moly
Everywhere I go, man, they know me
I mix the purp with the codeine
Roll up and fire up a stogi
24 shots like I'm Kobi
She shake that ass like she [?]
Pipe the bitch up [?]

[Verse 5: Aston Martin Phi]
Got a whole lotta [?] on me
Fuck around, might buy a whole brick, homie
I'm a young nigga rich, no Rich Homie
Riding round with the shooter with the stick on him
Ice on me, bitch, skate on it
Praying on my downfall, wait on it
[?] with the Wraith on it
Nigga talking crazy [?] hating on me
Roley [?] face on it
40 rearange his face on it
No face, no case, no trace
Top floor view, new place
Big face Roley, red face on it
40 rearange his face on it
No face, no case, no trace
Top floor view, new place

[Chorus: Julian Nixon]
Riding round town with the Roley
I got the racks, holy moly
Everywhere I go, man, they know me
I mix the purp with the codeine
Roll up and fire up a stogi
24 shots like I'm Kobi
She shake that ass like she [?]
Pipe the bitch up [?]