Hol’ That

By REASON

On I Love You Again

Released on February 14, 2025

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[Intro: REASON]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, look


[Chorus: REASON]

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop

Hol' that, hol' that

Hol' that, hol' that

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop


[Verse 1: REASON]

Ugh, dipping in our splurge

Money clean and graffiti, we got that off the curb

Life's a bitch, fuck her good, dip into her purse

I need everything, my miles

Account figured up, bought my wallet filled with ha-has

Laughing to that bitch, I'm rich, no dealing, got that sonically

Mad, thrilly, math and digits, doing trigonometry

The shit that's on my mind is adding up ironically

Pistol with my wallet, be no lacking, go ahead

False words, short spread

Bitch, I'm tryna live long, I can't be no long live

I'm locked in, picking four, I need my digits figure eight

My little cousins carry Aubreys, walk around with lil' drakes

They settle shit with pistol play, near death by near day

Them niggas move around like hearsay

Did it without the politics, no flag hanging, banging, set trips

The greatest S.P. Davidson, I took the West, bitch

Niggas come around my block without shit tucked

You better get to peddling

'Cause if niggas come around my block when I creep up

They praying that we settle shit

[Chorus: REASON & Ransom]

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop (Yeah)

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop (Yeah)

Hol' that (Hol' that), hol' that (Hol' that)

Hol' that (Hol' that), hol' that (Hol' that)

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop


[Verse 2: Ransom]

Most of these robberies done with bare faces

The next steps is your body laid out in staircases

I know it might appear tasteless

But what is there to do when all your peers faithless

We cannot compare greatness

I am on a higher path, that grew up outta corner store

Tryna back up all the raw, be quiet, transformers on

Clocks a tick and I prime, but mama praying for every optimist

All in all, don't look for greener grass, just water yours

Headed towards the end zone, I touch down

You can't pass rock when the corner's end zone

I've been known to kick down doors and crawl through windows

Your kid know, you speak out of line and you get your child's hood crushed

Like Laura Winslow's clutched the forty cinco

A stand up man gotta touch the floor with ten toes

Can't jam up 'round with your bluffs and innuendos

It's settled then, we get to shootin', you get to peddlin'

Let the demons and devils in

[Verse 3: Coyote & REASON]

Yeah, anyone can get it, no one's safe when I'm feelin' like this

Treat your face like a hand, boy, if you step on my kicks

Nothing fraudulent about me, this as real as it gets

Will I fail and take a L, does a chicken have lips?

No, no siree, McFlurry the block, I spin it

I don't worry, heart beat 60 times a minute

Tryna look inside the whip, this shit is limo tinted

Peanut butter guts, I'm still blowin' endo in it

Humpty Dumpty gon' fall off a wall

In Blanco, the tamale man gon' serve up the raw

I ducked off with a baddie, probably all in the jaw

When 12 come knockin', I forgot what I saw

Grind by any means, gotta find a way to escape

Hoses on they knees, suckin' dick up when the rent's late

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop (Yeah)

Whoop de whoop-

Got a foreign in my foreign, we converse with Google Translate

You hear that? We took over the block now

Hear me down the street, bumpin' mariachi with the top down

We the reason why there's taco trucks on every block now

She fuck me in the poncho, wear that shit like it's a nightgown

I've been diagnosed a money-making maniac

I ain't a Muslim, I salam-o-laykum, where the bacon at?

I ain't never sayin' nothin' that I'm takin' back

I won't settle for a plea to my attorney that

I lay me down to sleep

Ain't not, I pray to Lord, my soul it keep

But I still load the strap, I should die before I wake

Ain't not, I pray to Lord, my soul it take

But I still hold the gas high


[Chorus: REASON]

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop (Yeah)

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop (Yeah)

Hol' that (Hol' that), hol' that (Hol' that)

Hol' that (Hol' that), hol' that (Hol' that)

Whoop de whoop, whoop de whoop, whoop