Holy Shit
[Hook]
Holy shit, got my whole click, fourty tucked, i'm with low clique
41HunnitBandz, on yo fuckin' bitch, 41 block finna dominate the whole country
Nascar, got my bro seithen, racing all these phonies

[Celo]
[Verse]
Pistol pop, I don't fuckin' care, life was never fair, get these punch lines
mix it with the snare, raf simons, dressed up, like a motherfuckin' god, then I pull up on yo crib
and show you what I got, 21 packs, on my chest, lowercase T, air jordans, bitch I want this bread,
got you on my knees, everyone watchin', and they like this, lowkey sippin' lean, bitch i'm on the streets
Yea 1hunna, 2hunna, 3hunna, thats how I live my life, fast pace, oeuvre, always making you feel alright
Only ridin' with my squa, 41 thats the block, never stop, on the clock.

[Hook]
Holy shit, got my whole click, fourty tucked, i'm with low clique
41HunnitBandz, on yo fuckin' bitch.

[Canalli]
Holy shit
Ho
Holy shit
Ho ho
With that stick
Holy shit
Aye
Pull up with that stick
Aye
Pull up with my clique
Aye
Pull up wit yo bitch
Aye
Hop out then go in
Aye
Shit
Water wrist
Wa
Water wrist
Wa wa
Water ( hol up hol up)
Woah
Pull up wit yo bitch thats missing
Aye
Put some molly on her system
Aye
Xannys to the face I mix it
Boujee bitch like it on the limit
Hit the gas now they on my lane i get it
Looking a motherfucking king im in it
Now they look at me on my rockstar denims
4 bands on my kurt cobain lenses
Stop
Aye
Thats yo bitch?
Ah yea
Now she mine
Ah yea
Thats yo clique?
Ah yea
Yall behind
Ah yea
Whats my shit?
Ahn yea
Dolla signs
Ah
Ask me whats my shit
Ahn yea
Dolla signs
Aye
Where yall
Where yall at?
Aye
Imma bout to run some laps
Aye
Swear yall be taking to long
Aye
Why yall stuck on the past
Aye
My clique moving too fast
Aye
Young celo got them bags
Aye
Lil seithen got the glock
Aye
Ops you better move back
Aye
Holy shit wit da strap