Holmes (feat. Pooh Shiesty & BIG30)

Huh Guwop, brr, brr Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit Go Verse 1: Gucci Mane Walker Homes, Herndon Homes, hell, you can be from Bowen Homes If you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone Drop my nuts, I'll use my own, you borrow nuts, you took a loan I'll be playin' naive but I know 'xactly what's goin' on Chopsticks like I'm Chinese, I might dynamite a hater home Judge lookin' down on me like he a king sittin' on the throne Murder charge, I beat the case then beat my chest, I'm King Kong Lavish home, gettin' super dome, head knocked me out like Larry Holmes Money long, don't saw the barrel off, I like the barrel long Gucci gone, you rats ain't really have no one to tattle on Try me, nigga, Memphis killa, snake your watch and ride along Pest control, we killin' rodents, that's what Gucci really on Coronavirus got me itchin', clutchin', all these masks is on Niggas think it's cool to be broke, that shit ain't in fashion, holmes Ain't no hit and run, you can't insure it, I see you, we crashin', holmes Verse 2: BIG30 I'm from Mill Branch, but I got killers out of Cleaborn Homes Play pussy, one to the dome, now you gotta create a stone By myself with a few bales, ain't no stoppin' for jakes or law Hood hero servin' cold, how he make it with eighty boulders My lil' brother, think he pop Smooth dude and he keep the Glock In the field with gloves on, swingin' steel, we play for the Sox High-speed chase, we duckin' cops, I just got off on 70 North Choppa Gang, So Icy Gang, me and Shiesty got matchin' watches He a rat, I'll draw some cheese, try to eat, put his ass to sleep No Draco, big .223, roll up and smoke his ass like weed My niggas, they CGE, he ain't gang, he ain't shit to me Two-hundred shots up in his SUV, shots out the AUG Verse 3: Pooh Shiesty That shit wasn't no dream when I had slammed that man out in my sleep And I did some shit I can't rap about, but may they rest in peace Strapped up in this Phantom, ran though Bouldercrest, but from the Creek Just young niggas from D.A.G. tryna leave bodies in the street It's different type of smoke, if I gotta slide, bodies got to drop Lil' slimy dude gon' stay on top, grab the Draco and shake the block FN in my trench coat, I post by the door like Jamie Foxx We got him and his cousin shot, give a fuck if they know or not This brand-new Glock came out the box, my chop came with a forty, stock MGU ran in my spot, took all my shit and broke the lock I'm back at it again, I know them crackers wanna see me fall I kept callin' my lawyer, he wouldn't answer, that shit had me hot, brr, brr Brr