Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on

I went overtime every time (Every fuckin' time)

Bitch, don't even bang my line

Out of sight, out of mind, bitch, I'm on my grind

She want Saint Laurent for that twat

But I am not that guy

Tryna boss my bitches up, tryna be the one who shine (Hol' on)

Can't put you on an island, you got mileage, she tryna fuck for designer (She got mileage)

She like, "You so poppin'," I got options, workin' got me nautious

I got blicky tucked, get the fuck, please precede with caution (I got blicky tucked)

Bitches smell like dope, I ain't stumped about no ho (Hol' on)

I got real exotic scent sprayed up on my clothes

All black truck, pop out, trend, strike a pose

Tattoo on my neck, dead opps, snatchin' souls

She think she a expert, baby, show me how it goes (Show me how it goes)

Feel like Jon Jones, catch a opp, I'm throwin' 'bows

If you let me fuck, ho, I might pay for your toes

How your ass a shark and you ain't never, ever stole?

Negative four degrees, colder than all you ****

He got ho tendencies, he got Twitter fingers

I can't believe these hoes, why they fuck you ****? (Believe these hoes)

You ain't touch a soul and you ain't pull no triggers (Hol' on)

I went overtime every time

Bitch, don't even bang my line (Every fuckin' time)

Out of sight, out of mind, bitch, I'm on my grind

She want Saint Laurent for that twat

But I am not that guy

Tryna boss my bitches up, tryna be the one who shine

Can't put you on an island, you got mileage (Gang), she tryna fuck for designer

She like, "You so poppin'," I got options (Designer), workin' got me nautious

I got blicky tucked, get the fuck, please precede with caution

Bitches smell like dope, I ain't stumped about no ho