Lo4ever - hollywood

(huh, huh)
Uh
Had to go Hollywood on all my competition
(had to go Hollywood, had to go Hollywood)
I gotta choppa on me and it's never missin'
(I gotta choppa, I gotta choppa)
I gotta bitch she bad and she know the position
I get the money it's all that I want
I told that bitch to stop calling my phone
I told that bitch I ain't fallin' in love
Don't need a bitch don't need none of you hoes
I told my momma I'll never give up
I'm finna blow up yea I know it's prone
Bae are we going to Neiman's or what
Pop me a perky go straight to the dome (dome)

I'm gettin' money I'm fine, alright
Play with the gang you gon' die tonight
I'm finna blow up like dynamite
Pop me a perc now I'm dead on the floor
Two nights with yo bitch yea I'm hittin' yo hoe
Walk in with a AR-15 with a scope
My choppa gon blast, gon blow off his dome
Put red on his nose like Rudolph
My dog finna bite AR get his ass chewed off
Went and copped me a glock man I think I need two of 'em
If he got him a stick then we havin' a shoot off
He went on the stage and got his ass boo'd off
Stand on my money and I get too tall (too tall)
Nobody knows who you are (you are)
Promise my bullets gon shoot far (shoot far)

(woah)
Had to go Hollywood on all my competition
(had to go Hollywood, had to go Hollywood)
I gotta choppa on me and it's never missin'
(I gotta choppa, I gotta choppa)
I gotta bitch she bad and she know the position
I get the money it's all that I want
I told that bitch to stop calling my phone
I told that bitch I ain't fallin' in love
Don't need a bitch don't need none of you hoes
I told my momma I'll never give up
I'm finna blow up yea I know it's prone
Bae are we going to Neiman's or what
Pop me a perky go straight to the dome

Pop me a perky go straight to the brain
She on my dick got me goin' insane
Hop in a Porsche or a G2, aye
Windows tinted they ain't see through, aye
Why the hell would I wanna be you
Cartier glasses swear to God I can't see you
She wanna hit, swear to God I'm like "me too"
Say you want smoke then the choppa gon greet you
Say you want smoke, the choppa gon blast off
I spun his block skrrted off in a fast car
I feel like Future bitch I took my mask off
Tried to shoot me gotta bad shot, no

Had to go Hollywood on all my competition, woah
I gottta choppa on me and it's never missin', woah
I gotta bitch she bad and she know the position, woah
Keep tryna talk to you but you never listen, woah
(I gotta bitch she bad and she know the position, woah)
(Keep tryna talk to you but you never listen, woah)

Written by:
Logan Vaughn

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