Hol Up (feat. Fabo, Stuntman)

Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Got me on the juice I'm trippin
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Molly and the juice I'm trippin

4 caps in the cup, drink some
Big booty on my face, I'm a spank some
Girl I'm a treat your pussy like a plat song
Beat it up, beat it up like a base drum
I'm too gone, so wasted
And if I had to trash, it wouldn't make it
Pull up to the lot nigga 10 knots
Tell the dj break it base to the time
Short hair, I don't care
Is you 18, tell her come here
I just got a thang for them young hoes
I guess I got a thing for the ello

Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Got me on the juice I'm trippin
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Molly and the juice I'm trippin

I got the drink in my cup and I'm making ugly faces
And that bitch molly she whippin, we having drunken relations
Hallucinating vacation, I try to down some with gas
I'm on the blunt after blunt and I keep on falling the cash
And I'm like hold up, I'm trippin
All the girls in the vip sippin
Half of them already start strippin
They keep on clappin that ass, hit the ass and tippin
I super start ball and the fuck I'll gone
This that bank yeah shit that we on
Vision blurry head spinning like a cyclone
It's here time to go, I try to get up, I was like

Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Got me on the juice I'm trippin
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Molly and the juice I'm trippin

Nigga go tell your molly that you trippin
I like spankin these hoes, I be trippin
Nigga like me don't give a fuck
All black rimey with some all black chucks
I'm gone, nigga I'm smokin
On some sticky icky shit come from Oakland
Where them bitches at, we pimping
But them hoes ain't fucking, we pimpin
Hol up, hol up, hol up, faded
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
Ride around the porsche so priceless
Still try to motherfuck with no license

Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm fade away
Hol up, hol up, hol up, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Got me on the juice I'm trippin
I'm gone, I'm trippin
Molly and the juice I'm trippin.