Hole In One - V9, Billy Billions

Morts, I choose you

Hmmm, ay come here

Hands on my heart won’t do you wrong (I promise)

Unless you’re an opp (Fuck)

And hands on my heart, I’m trying, sometimes it feels long

See them, gotta do man wrong

With my Anglo Arms, tear through garms

Right or wrong, I’ll get man gone

Pop this door, watch hella man run (Ay come here)

Buss, slap one tell him duss

Grab the shotgun blow away his guts

Run man down let me juice that up

Stand still if I slap this gun

Don’t get hit by the gun its nuts

Sike, come firm this one

You’re the chosen one

Don’t get caught with a loaded gun

Get hit in your head, turn dumb

I’m stunned, he survived

That’s nuts and for the homeboy turned Runtz

I was pissed as fuck

Let that go, its calm

Let’s go again, creep in the dark

Look at the light when it sparks

I’m in the back of the dinger on volts

Tryna flag down a pole

I’m always putting my strikers on roads

They can’t be hitting the post (Tally)

Solicitor telling me I need to ghost

I’m really doing the most

Mama told me that she got diagnosed

But it wasn’t her time to go

Heart cold like December

I want death no surrender

You my brother not a member

Put the buj in a blender (Oh Tally)

Keep your sprayers I don’t rent out

I don’t even like to lend out

Me and bro’s in Barca

Got the call we had to send out

Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello)

Hole in one like a donut

Backwoods settings, get rolled up

Brand new wap is a super soaker

They ducking when we roll up

That’s gang in a motor

Put him in a roller

I need some closure

I need some closure

Old shaped round like Motorola

Do man over, run him over

Run up to him game over

Game over, I don’t know what came over me

In the dinger bro chauffeured me

There ain’t no controlling me

There’s no controlling me like Hulk

Smash heads and ghost

E9 legend, I’m a GOAT

Retro steppers on volts

Brand new wap bro, serious smoke

Tap it, tap it lets go

Wait, stop tap lets go

They love off the net some hoes

Bullet hole make a grown man choke

Make a young boy sing

Reach and you receive

That’s shots to your face and knees

If bullets get spread I’d better have my tape

Its cool he can live another day, like Bond

Don’t get put in a pond

Samurai sword put it through man’s top

Bad one clingy, handting glizzy (glee)

I make her sing like Drizzy

Gang got thingys on top of thingys

Don’t get shot with your lizzy

Traphouse giddy, wokhouse giddy

I run the fucking committee

We flooding the wings in HMP

Till gang ride back home with me

I’m sending broski the keys

I need my brothers released

Got man that are riding them birds for me

I’m sending postals every week

I keep a mash 'cause its peak

Banked on rights, I’ll never speak

Keep going hard for this team

Bitch I’m a boss in these streets

Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello)

Hole in one like a donut

Backwoods settings, get rolled up

Brand new wap is a super soaker

They ducking when we roll up

That’s gang in a motor

Put him in a roller

I need some closure

I need some closure

Old shaped round like Motorola

Do man over, run him over

Run up to him game over

Game over, I don’t know what came over me

In the dinger bro chauffeured me

There ain’t no controlling me

You’re gone