Holla, take an l out it's hola,
Fo’ dollas, my swag is pretty boy soldja,
I told ya,
Don't sleep, I wak up with folgers,
And donuts,
I keep my cream (kreme) crispy,
Little whiskey in my soda,

Hold up,
I think I have an idea,
Pick up some beer,
Know a party
We can slide there,
I got some clear,
And an arizona ice tea,
We might be,
The flyest kids around, yeah it's likely,

The fur on my coat, make it easy to rope, a little chicken,
And when I get my bucket it is easy pickins,
Ya gotta love it, I does it and it's beautiful,
Up jumps a suitable, slut for the dude to pull

You might work in a cubicle, to pay off ya school,
But it's your day off, ya fool
I think I remind her of her fatha, (father)
Well kinda,
Cause when he get angry then he hollas, ya folla (follow)

Holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla
Holla, holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla
Holla, holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla
Holla, holla,
Bitch let me, holla, holla

Wake up
Collar caked up with make up
I holla-ed at a fake slut,
Who wallowed bout her break up,
Her a cup,
Smaller than I usually go for,
But with her fat ass
She had me rushin (russian) like the cold war,

No cold sores,
Cleaner than I keep my teefies,
She's pulling of my three piece
We chief up in her teepee,
A repeat,
Smoke weed and watch beat street,
For three weeks,
But I might leave when she needs me

The wood in my ac, makes it easy to stack
A couple broads, and you know the odds, it's in the cards,
You gotta dig it, I dug it and I did it,
Up jumps the rhythm, and young punks get livid
When they see me at red door getting some free shots,
In a green top and some knee socks
Like tyler,
Not stephan; creator
Peace see you later, gotta holler at my neighbor