Holy 1 Lyrics – Yeat

[Intro: Yeat]
Yo, Luca, where you at?

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
(Holy one, riding round in that Urus
You look broke as f**k)
(I took twenty..., b!tch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin
(Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that f**king Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie f**k, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib
Security kill you once, b!tch, uh
You can come back everyday
We will gone kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country
I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley
And it got frog еyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' sh!t up
We been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchеn
Kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't f**king with the boss
Yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't f**king with the cops
You ain't paying attention

[Verse: Yeat]
Birkin bag, holding weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Hold your field, hold your guts
Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his b!tch as* up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just made..., I been smoked that— b!tch
All that sh!t is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'm a Wunna
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always looking behind my back like I got one eye
B!tch, I'm paranoid as f**k, like, b!tch
Why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, b!tch
I pull up and smack (Bl!ck 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah
I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not sh!t, not sh!t, not sh!t, not sh!t
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats
(In that Urus)

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
(Holy one, riding round in that Urus
You look broke as f**k)
(I took twenty..., b!tch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin
(Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that f**king Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Uh, Rollie f**k, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib
Security kill you once, b!tch, uh
You can come back everyday
We will gone kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country
I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley
And it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' sh!t up
We been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen
Kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you f**king with the boss, yeah
You get diminished
Yeah, you ain't f**king with the cops
You ain't paying attention (You broke, b!tch)