What You Hollin’ Mozzy (Ft. Celly Ru & E Mozzy)

[Intro]
[?] Beats, baby
Armani, this shit stuey, boy

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Ooh, them niggas lucky Zoe ain't here
Promoter tried to tell us we can't get the pole in here
E Mozzy got it on him, man, we snuck some more in here
Buy bottles I ain't pop, but, am I really 'posed to care?
Bitch, I'm ballin'
She on yo' doggy lane, yeah, I'm adorin'
Fuck her in the lady's restroom, and never call her
Fuck I look like buyin' a bitch a Birkin? I got daughters
Fuck I look like takin' care of you boys, I'm not the father
The rims that I just put on my [?] ain't no [?]
Probably do the paint like thе interior, peach cobbler
Lot of crеdit things, but, no cereal for the gobblers
Keep it off the 'Gram, if you bury this, then what you hollin'?

[Chorus: Mozzy]
Like what you hollin'?
My niggas been 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas talkin' soft to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshield, leavin' cranium on your leather
What you hollin'?
My niggas been 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas talkin' soft to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshield, leavin' cranium on your leather