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Hol on
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hol on was released on January 31, 2025 by Yung Money Records as a part of the album Retaliation
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Release DateJanuary 31, 2025
LabelYung Money Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM148

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ymmon
ymmon
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ymmon
ymmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAÓNIX
JAÓNIX
Producer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer

Lyrics

Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Back like I never left Big ass wood this shit here smoke like wham
They thought I wouldn't make it See I'm poppin shit like oh god damn
Back outside again Y'all fuck **** knowin who I am
She wants my, give her my fiststa I post munyun on my spam
Chasin pape, I'm stayin out the way Let these **** hate, no matter what They do that anyway
All that pillow talking I don't play with ****, that shit ain't safe
Say lil' Bryce, free lil' stretch behind that wall he locked down in that cage
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Fuck 12, them **** ain't nothin Y'all can't stop the plot
Let's do matching Pj's, fuck that, get me a big ass Glock
Winter time, yeah, it's cold outside I had the Y on hot
Fuck the YCA, I still ain't changed cause I'm still stuck on Zot
You don't fuck with loose-leaf grabba you ain't smokin twin
Most y'all **** losers I'll come in last but I'll still fuckin win
Black truck, fuck a black truck
I want Mercedes Benz
Kicked me out of school when I was there I had that shit on 10
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
She wanna argue, I'm too fried lil' mama I can't talk right now
All these hoes tell me I'm friendly
Y'all have yet to tell me how
In a room full of ****, I got my pack so I'm more loud
I turnt 18 on the 8th so don't compare me to no child
You run Atlanta ****, fuck you talkin bout?
You on the north side, fuck ****, you ain't never been to the south
I got on, I got on CDs, baby, what you know bout that?
You think your hoe be loyal?
Bet she fuck my gang, we show a rack
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon
Aye
Written by: Ym Mon
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