Текст песни Holy Water Flow

(Intro)
It's about that time man
I'm squad H Town
It's time to get it

(Verse)
Back to work, grindin til it hurt
Mixin up the purp, twistin up the purp
Hoggin since birth, the realest on earth
Hog like shirt, got me work without work
You got a bad bitch, too bad I hit first
Paid 5 now who ain't mine?
Got I'm feeling thirsty
Put them niggas in a hearse, whip game kill em
Choppas in the bag, I ain't gon conceil em
On another million, tryna feed my children
I ain't gon stop, stack it to the ceiling
Million after million, million after million
I ain't gon stop, watch me stack it to the ceiling
You saying that was fast when you see that rrari pass
Murda tight the gas, wanna smash on the gas
When I see your ass pass, camera on flash
Take a flick with yo bitch then I smash
No class, same old thugger
Shit if don't hit, somebody gon fuck er
Smooth like butter, you'll never find another
Gutta like me, that's why these niggas don't like me
Hat low, gold chain, new kick
Old school, loud pipes, new bitch
New year, guess I'm on my new shit
Niggas talkin loud but they won't do shit
Walk into the club, smellin like a pine
Had a dress code and I got some mo lime
Blazzin up ho, now you can't hit that
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Sit back, let me put on this work plate
Over yall, 50 bitches think I'm bout that bird plate
But I just rap ho, yea my car stroking
Why them niggas gossip? I be stuntin on them assholes
Pass low, let em see me in my flip
Mama dropped the beat on 22nd of December
That was back in '85, now I drive an '86
I'm back to the future on Marty Mcfly as shit
Missed with that nagget, you blowed on my high bitch
Nig because a nigga fucked doesn't mean that you my bitch
Killin niggas, I'm spittin that loud shit
Rollin as a up, I'm tryna get high bitch
Take em to the crib and I'm letting em try shit
Take em to the mall and they watchin me buy shit
Cuz I ain't bout to trick it, you can help me get it
Let me dial a motherfucker, stay shittin on you gimmicks nigga

(Verse)
Money and the power, smoking on the sour
Hit the gas, hit it, Maserati engine growl
Shittin on em, movin through the traffic like a ball
Watching everybody here turn around like a owl
Slow coupe, getting to that paper with a focused mind
I do mine while they story tellin, no lyin
We grind so the money all accounted for
I don't pay my bills, that's why my accountant for
Mo gas than the Kamako, rolled up and lit
Pouring up the double cup with my partner fish
Codeine and Coca-Cola, you might think I'm trippin
The bucks I'm getting so a fuck I'm not giving
Post up like Griffin when I'm mashin for them Benjis
Light up that hindu and wash it down with frenchies
I'm sittin in the Kodas, everything on polders
Drank stains on my shirt, leave me with the stock brokers
Hold up