Lyrics Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina

Ho'Lat

Shoot you like a free throw, don't be no hero

Turnt into a zero, I'm hard to find like Nemo

Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format

Walk on you like a doormat

I made a bet, did they score that?

Man money I fold that, dice I roll that

Tell a freak to HO'LAT

Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it

And not divide it, never split the pie

And then you're gonna lie and straight deny it?

Hell's where your souls at, freak you's a polecat

And I'ma let you know that, and you can't control that

Straight expose that, until you HO'LAT

Straight to the abyss, with a death wish

Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list

That's bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish

And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak

Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that

It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO'LAT

Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do?

Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don't need a gun dude

And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule

Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at

You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that

Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tell 'em HO'LAT

You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja

I been (raised[?]) like a doctor, crooked like a copper

Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama

And you don't really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax

Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac[?])

Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO'LAT

If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)?

Wake em up like caffeine and coffee

You're gonna need an army to disarm me

'Cus I'm never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat

Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps

I'm the typa man toss you a hand grenade and say here HO'LAT

Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass

Black bag fulla filthy cash

Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last

'cus time goes real fast

Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that

Had to get that dough back

Now its time to show that, quick control that

Word life HOLD THAT

This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik

Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick

Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall

My rise and my fall

I know you know that, Fillmoe don't hold back

San Francisco that

Now where's the hope at where's the dope at, Homeboy HO'LAT

Don't gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix

You know the Krayzie (gassin[?]) really got hits

You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift

(Then I come with a slow rap[?]) peace love hate mo rap

When I spit it on a dope track

Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO'LAT

Tell em all look, real, recognize real

Recognize steal and I recon you live

Just with the skills, you can be killed

Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/mills)

niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that

Blaze up, lemme smoke that

And I'm toked, and I'm loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL'AT